The police steal a black boy’s songs they steal them between the knees in his back all […]
Kevin Simmonds
shame is violence you knew that I know you through the artillery of your garments each bodice […]
McQueen by Kevin Simmonds
Palms to my Theremin the slow conjugation of the body I make animal sounds if you hit […]
San Francisco (op. 0115) by Kevin Simmonds
John Cage was a mycologist, someone who collects & consumes mushrooms. I studied John Cage in music […]
Cage by Kevin Simmonds
Soon as Ella began beading the pearl-perfect tune white woman knew for sure what she could do […]
Something Owed by Kevin Simmonds
They go for her arms first but it’s her mouth that’s screaming Help me as people crowd […]
San Francisco Centre by Kevin Simmonds
Evensong Luc calling me to the water The breeze carrying his drunken voice through the mosquito netting […]