I am the summer you burned for when the tedious school hours waned and I came running to stretch out the dusk just for you.… Read More “The Last Summer by Joshua Plack”

Hot meal, hot shower, or a safe bed?… Read More “What’s Your Pleasure? by Joshua Plack”

X-rays ain’t like in movies, you know.… Read More “Gladys Went and Busted Her Ass! by Joshua Plack”

This strip of Friday night nowhere pulses for our baby blue Saturn CD skipping the third-measure bump, jump, falsetto cracks and we taste it in our jaws riding white and talking that shit like we run the pool hall with one leg like Kirby limping and shucking on smooth southpaw licks, watching VHS tapes from the backs of magazines with Grier and Roundtree and playing like we black cause we don’t know what that means just yet and now the lights are falling in Flatbush and all of us and Brooklyn are paralyzed.… Read More “Look Up Curtis! by Joshua Plack”