L I T E R A T U R E

"The car passes from sunlight to tree-shade... so on the back of your eyelids you see light -- dark..."

"A crowd of faceless brown folks; they alternate between applause and condemnation..."

"Skip the steps in one flying bound, hit the grass already running, running, running..."

"Not your kool-aid, your kool-aid tastes like dish water..."

"Spread loyalty thick, like Jam over baby hairs..."

"Holy water, I pull myself onto hot concrete, humble..."