The Void: ScarGate 2017 (On Love)

The an end of a journey is still grimly satisfying because the memory of that finale is sometimes the stamp on our emotional passport we need before we venture to fly elsewhere.  So leap, warp, learn, and love.

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Foolish Things

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Click the image to listen to a makeup poem for dope folk.

I think it’s wild that when someone splits from someone they’ve loved for a zillion years they often say something like ‘I don’t know how to explain it…he/she just makes me feel alive.’  We deal each other these severe blows by saying to one another that the joys and triumphs of the years we spend together, as hard as those years may have been, are nothing compared to the thrill of brand new experiences with someone else.   Read More

Paid in Full

by M’Shai Dash

I pay you with the brown of my nipples

Purchase your service with one
fistful of my hair

Spiraled at the nape of my neck

Pennies, nickels, quarts of sweat

I give you, on loan, my narrowest point
(where the trickle of my waist swerves inland
and flows out to the mouth of my hips)

We barter, fairly, surrender for capture

Each receiving change

Today, Tony is Gone

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by M’Shai S. Dash

Today Tony is gone
With all he brought

One cloak of mahogany skin
A set of alabaster teeth
and three pairs of sneakers

A half-used box of Baking Soda
A Pyrex Pot

He closed my heavy door
Behind him
I heard it drag slow

Across the carpet
Finding its mark in the doorjamb

Ceremonious
With much ado
A door to a grand vault

Tony’s key lay solitary-naked
Shiny on the smooth brown table

I could not/would not look at it
Instead

I took the
sheets off the bed

Collected plates from
the living room

Marched them into the kitchen

(Where he used to come up behind me
And Breathe on
My neck.)

I stood
Washing each one
Drying each one gentle as
Mother’s comfort
Running my fingers
across their Scars.