Category: #books
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Where Have I Been?
I don’t know when I decided I would bite the opening line of Wale’s letter to Complex in 2014 as the title of my return blog piece, but frankly, it’s only fitting to give a nod to the artist who reflects my thought more than any other. I always assumed…
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WordSmiths
I’m a thief just a peg lower than Robin, donning a hood Issa Kabbah never unveiled. Poaching feelings across minds and giving them wings. Letting them fly to the welcoming hands of estranged lovers to use as weapons, in status’ shade wars. Subliminal yet direct. Quotes coated in Quixote bravery…
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Nostalgia
These days, I am increasingly fueled by a raging desire to overprice depressed thoughts. Or get lost in the flow of books in the jungle of Amazon. Nothing seems real, E-books? They leave me thirsty I miss the smell of pages, with their wrinkled edges, and the torn covers that…
Conundrum. 