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metro couple / New York, Summer '23

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Man; waiting / Brooklyn, New York.
35mm. Kodak Tri-X.
On the ‘A’ Train from 8th Ave and 15th
I see a girl
no more than seven years old
selling candy on a train
the way her olders sell dreams
to men like me
with smiles that cloak the dark
this train is carrying them
from and back to
despite how much they’ve made
to keep them running from men
like me who fall for their smiles
that cloak the dark that we are
hoping this train won't take us
back to either
Sisters.
Governor's Island Ferry, New York. 2023
what kind of artist
spends time travelling the worlds
other artists have made
and still calls themselves an artist?
me.

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do the thing.
let me be art
let me be brush pen pencil thing that leaves evidence thing that says "I wuz ere"
let me be art
let me be song let me be jazz treble bass brass thing that shakes heart and ground
let me be art
let me be canvas paper darkroom print thing made to feel made to soak made to show
let me be art
let me be pain joy sorrow melancholy nostalgia all the feeling that gives art a face
let me be art
let me be scar wound bloodclot broken limb and stub the ends and maws that give art a genesis
let me be art
let me make it thing that makes no sense all sense little sense to some none to many double entendre to few
let me make
make something a thing from nothing let me make what I must make cos making is how I live making is what made me
and if I cannot make art
then let me unmake that and make what makes making stay without making I am undone
cos art is the undoing of things and there are so many things that need undoing.
#LikeItOrNot
Like it or not, I represent something now.
My presence in certain rooms is a statement, even if I wanna remain the boy in the corner, I'm a man now.
And it would be wrong of me, to wallow in the struggle for years and then shy away when I have my breakthrough moments.
I went to Switzerland the other day for a work trip and stood at the top of a mountain, taking in the view. Didn't ski, also pretended my fear of heights wasn't a thing, but I stood on top of a mountain.
So even if I wanted to remain the boy in the corner, I'm a man now.
OpenMike
Brooklyn.
Canon A-1, 50mm f/1.8, Kodak Porta 400
for your next trick
you'll try to pull the fear
out of your mothers eyes

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this coming and going
this here then gone
this
all of life is one thing or another
we are trying to be all
and failing
in all this trying to be more than what we need to be
I've found that we can at least be present
the one thing that makes us still
makes us real
that makes us matter to each other
there’s not much in the way
of magic that I haven’t tried:
closing my eyes
staring at the sun
hugging my mother
taking deep breaths
all the things that remind me that I feel
that I'm here
and I should live like I deserve to be.
what am I - is a question I ask at least 3 times a day,
four if my hands are idle.
it's not that an answer can't be found
it's that I forget it amidst the chaos of being
i have more clothes than I care to wear
each skill I own has an outfit I never actually suit.
you don't know anxiety until you dread the thought of wearing clothes
cos you know it means leaving a space that knows with the intimacy you wish the world would give you
and now you have to engage with it how everyone else does:
with a lie for a face
and an imagination in the shape of an panic room
the only place you can run to in public
without anyone knowing you left
- J.
Dundas Street, Toronto
#Butterfly
I sometimes wonder if the butterfly still misses its cocoon And if the poet in me misses writing If corporate salary has replaced poetic inspiration And why I no longer feel the pain that makes great art When people see me at shows…in the crowd I tell them I’m an accountant, not a writer
And they look at me with a confused gaze And without saying a word, I know they wonder They wonder if the butterfly still misses its cocoon
Was sitting across from my girl yesterday In a small cafe Telling her about the time my little brother went to school abroad For whatever reason I didn’t know he was gonna be going And neither did he
I just know that, on the morning he was supposed to be leaving, he made me promise it was ok for him to wake me up Around 3/4am before they left, to wish him well and say goodbye…and for whatever reason, they didn’t let him. I remember waking up with them gone…already on their way to the airport I didn’t know that was the last time I would see my brother as a kid, he’d come back a few years later at pretty much eye level…. with a deeper voice and slightly more refined…different and somewhat distant.
He had a tough exterior but was still my little brother So things were cool and went back to normal…as normal as they could be, but I never got to say bye to the kid he was, and I regretted that for years
He went to a Skepta concert last week, and Skeppy shouted him out because he liked the way he controlled the mosh pit. You can hear Skepta say “Don’t move until Ralph says so”. And I smile because, in a way…it reminded me that the kid inside is still there, it never left. As a kid he was always the centre of attention and still is.
Remembering the feeling I had that morning, brought back pain and feelings of anger I have about the whole situation and how it played out And I realised… I still need this space, the same way I always did And I realised, that I created this space for my mind to wander Nobody created it for me
And I realised It would be stupid to imply That just because I’ve qualified That it somehow makes me a butterfly
Because this space is still very much a cocoon And there’s still a lot of growing to do
Open Mike

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it just that occured to me that...
skin is the ultimate cover up. or haven't you noticed how it hides everything you really feel?
- Jolade