She. She, my my. She got hair like a soldier of fortune, she got mercenary hair. She, my heavens. Boots like drugged carrots, a walk like fresh-baked cigarettes. She wild, she know how. Clothes like pencil drawings, shaded and sharp. Hips like goji berries, all you need to survive and they only grow at night. She gosh. She very time. Very, very time. She frost fencing with razor wire, she croque-monsieur-ely you jest, she heavenly unclever, she pointed like a joke from Dennis Miller, like a missile. She beach, she beach and towel. She covered in cash, credit cards and laundry change, she basket, foul, free throw and dunk. She musical master cleanse. She lemon water and sun. She drum like drunk dancing, bass like old gum, sing on consignment. She. She gorgeous.
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(photo by Catalina Bartolome)
Posted by Dan at October 8, 2010 3:46 AMLong time reader, first time poster. Do you know Dionne Brand's work?
Posted by Legs at October 12, 2010 3:46 AMI didn't, but just looked her up. Seems nice. Do you have recommendations?
Posted by Dan at October 12, 2010 5:44 PM'In Another Place, Not Here' is one of my favourite novels.
And great work on the site, I love your writing.
You really dug deep in the K Records archives for this one. I'm impressed, as always. I love this album.
Posted by Taryn at October 27, 2010 4:33 PM
and it will begin playing. All songs are also available to download: just right-click the link and choose 'Save as...'
