Chris Gilbert

my bell is Charlie Parker's hatband, so few of you who come to touch me understand my feelings, only this black voice. I am a temple and he comes to speak thru me. i am the dream lip because i say what you are afraid of facing, LIVING IS INTENSE. i a [...]

July, on the basketball court willie's face is far and wooden totem, his eyes melted pools of ice shimmering in the high stone sun, the sockets are darkness rotting inside. 15 and can't get a summer job because of this the traffic ties up, the high s [...]