I’m rich in mates& I’m rich in their good memoriesAnd they are rich in mine tooI’m rich in rich tea-biscuitsI’m rich in good brews& I’m rich in future viewsYetI’m poor in your presenceAnd I see my past Through your eyesLooking at meWhen I’m me now In the presentAnd now I feel so low Like I’m only getting byMay still be poorTo youSo I walk awayNow I feel so highAnd I feel so lovedAnd I l...

A reading of 'paper and wood are the same' by Justin Tabbett, presented in a hybrid of animation and typography.

A Parasite We're Proud Of - It lives in every niche and biome that we know ofIn the religious, the agnostic and those who know there's no godHarsh blow, but you know, that's how it goes once you diagnose why the show goes on and on and on.But surely, you wonder, there's an intermission, to this parasite television, to raise your hand and ask permission,  to overcome indecision, and reach just ...

"American Descendant of Slavery, The Album" is the 19-track debut music album by Terry Blade. The Album focuses on the intersectionality of Terry's social and cultural identity as a queer Black-American descendant of slavery in the United States. The project incorporates original music with historic audio recordings of former Black-American slaves (and their descendants) curated with the assis...

It's been a thousand years or twenty minutes since I last wanted to dieDefinitely one of the twoI've been counting my breaths, are you counting as well?There's something inside of me that's golden,This core of hope I can't seem to qwell and I was wondering if you had any advice about that?I'm a billion years old or I haven't been born yetDefinitely one of the twoI exist in star stuff and the c...

Fastened on a fragile, unsteady foundation, built with nothing more than you're pale, bare hands, recycled screws and glue..Barely stands remnants of a house built with stained glass walls..They're all cracked and broken now by the rigid rocks you would foolishly throw down that half painted, half finished hall of half-assed empty promises you were never able to keep..And though it never stood...

Having a laugh

I’m a poet and spoken word artist, eager to branch out and perform more rap and hip-hop (so am looking for musicians and beat-makers to collab with). I currently perform acapella and share poems about diverse subjects and themes, interested in hitting on a core of emotional truth and spreading light and love through words while simultaneously acknowledging life’s pains and complexities. I am fo...

Put down whatever you’re holding. and watch long melodies flail in skies of white, bright rain, dinosaur rain from the distance, from long ago, collapsing, the past becoming the present every second. Blinding, bright memory, every second splitting splashes on the car bonnet the park bench the balcony the skyscraper the abandoned shed. Long, bright, cursed rain thick inside and shining. Each on...