Shade Literary Arts

I moved to Monterey in search of a fast assault of images like in the fun spaghetti westerns that my parents watched as children of the...

Forgive me father for I have not cupped your face like the body of water I once drank from, nor have I ever desired to exile myself in...

Golden Shovel after Muddy Waters You empty my momma’s house and don’t visit. Once you came to us yellow faced and you did not say sorry....

Even a missile can’t break the spikes it uses to stab opponents. They’re even harder than its shell. i dreamt a calcified sculpture ...

I inhale the steam, my mother told me hymns linger in the nostrils. Even after the fact, even among the radioactive fallout of tears,...

I want to know what makes me want to see one man call another his ‘boy’ and fuck him. Oh, Freud would love this disaster. I know I’m not...

well, shit. all those years i done dedicated to seeing my skin hexed up under this neon. each glossy decade gone to waste, pretty wigs on...

At the river, I watches the green be itself even without the sun. I is the only bright yellow thing out here. I’s nails, anyway....

青1 after《白蛇传》2 一 You have written me green. It is the dark gall green, caustic. Skin, green....

“It took a precise sequence of sins to make me/ and I am giving none of them back.” Julian Randall, “Sad Nigga Manifesto” When I opened...