• These small words , 2008
  

  I am in a gallery right now. The Wight Gallery in the Broad Art Center at UCLA. I’m enduring a small sense of withdrawal from my anti-depressants (twitching), it’s a warm Sunday afternoon, and I have a Guinness Extra Stout at hand; brought with me in my sundried, brown leather bag. I’m […]

• a big one , 2007
  

  Recording

  whether or not she bagged a large one - a fury, a lust, a sun -
  it set it’s teeth inside
  her arm like a fruit.
  big fists and big eyes
  over and over a trail of spots
  circling around, back to her heart and back in a fight
  a sharpened negro picks a better direction
  set loose in strained thought
  black soot […]

• From an obscure page of a journal of notes , 2007
  

  A page from a journal:
  At the time, the brown ales flowed more than my heart and motivations but still I looked at myself. Wanted [to] show others what I didn’t like seeing: myself. A self-hate of africanesque, privileged, non-american ideals.
  I had to scream to a world of strangers.
  ~
  I like to […]

• was there a web 1.5: a design perspective , 2007
  

  Some graphic designers will tell you that their work is no art form and its tenets rely on communication - honest, direct and often with the intents of satisfying a client. There is a new prevalence in experiencing design from scouring pages on-line and new access to an innumerable amount of design that maybe the […]

• on obama: a brief essay on race and politics , 2007
  

  These worlds of conservative values, issues of race, and religion have at times negated one another. They’ve created a strange place in between where I have stood for some time. As such I’ve lived an impersonal life. Impersonal in my views towards people, race, politics. A life designed as a sort of safety where I could not find myself arriving at too many conclusions. An impersonal life for some time.

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