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Love is Fettered
Love is fettered. And all I know is that I know nothing. Nothing of the beauty, nor the pain. No, I am not one to presume. But I know what it’s like to stay. To weld your lives together. With banged it into shape. It worked… for a while. We could have stored it safe.…
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Playz Circle – Supply and Demand
Playz Circle also known in the streets as the Duffle Bag boys is currently signed to Disturbing The Peace (DTP) Records in association with Def Jam Records with distribution through Def Jam. Playz Circle is comprised of rappers “Tity Boi” and “Dollar”, they clam on song two “#1 Trap Pick” that streets certified them and…
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Mario – Go
So the little boy Mario that hit the seen with hits such as “Just a Friend” and “Braid my Hair” is back and my my my has he grown up. Mario came out the gate with “Go”, a song with explicit lyrics that lets you know exactly what he wants from you, nothing more, nothing…
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Boren
Time flies between Boren and Minor. That’s where mom and pops live. Their building is gray too. Slabs of Soviet style concrete. Patches of lighter gray where management has spray-painted over graffiti. Someone’s scribbled over the light gray in a final affront. “Next time use 409. Spray paint looks bad.” Jorjian grimaces. It seems a…
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The Neighbors of Vietnam
Figures hovering above, and figures hovering below. The complex is like a jungle tonight. The rain beats the mud even deeper into the pores of cement. Leaves sag like aged breasts. An onion, discarded from someone’s putrid Thriftway shopping bag, grows its own family of others just like it; opal, pungent, sterile. And in this…
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Calli Under Cars
Holed up in our rooms afraid to leave, afraid of wicked. She lay screaming under a dead car, dripping in its grease. Naked from the waist up, in neon green shorts. “Sean?” “Sean?” It wasn’t Sean. It was Jorjian. She was going to change her laundry. “Do you want to come in and take a…
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A Drifter
Things had been queer since Kurt had left. Words seemed unjustified. Sounds seemed cruel. Dogs were rabid as they lay their pups of betrayal. She hoped she could get a ride from the station that morning. Maybe she could call Gunnar. But Jorjian knew that would be no use. He left her with a hole…
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The Redwood
She went out to have an O’Dooles at the Redwood Tavern last night. In an attempt to make this okay, normal, alright. Jorjian spent most of her time sipping the luke-warm fizz, wondering why she couldn’t have just one sip of Georgia’s bourbon and sweet-tea. Maurice saw Terrell, and Lewis saw Adam and she saw…
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The Neck
There was a stabbing on the hill yesterday. Jorjian Brown couldn’t help but wonder what that meant for her. Was she selfish for wondering such thoughts? Wondering if she was going to get mugged too? Stabbed in the neck. Throat slit like a pig? How much blood there must have been and yet at five-thirty…
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The Bunkbed
If she were the age you were, when you were her age, then things would have been different. She would speak like an angel. She would walk with a fork in her step, a bow in her chippered limp. But she is not an angel. Jorjian Brown knew this. There were things she had done.…