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Category: saints of the city

urbanagogy.

Chalant

it’s about rhymes. it’s about slightly s[h]ifted echoes of the times we used our hands (for steadier, they were, than feet) to stake our claims and take our stands. but we don’t stay still for long; some of us study the Fleet,…

praypaints

territory’s truly marked by only one thing: presence. those who linger are landed, those who merely loiter are but peasants. so though to the uninitiate these pieces seem bulwarks for a border, we know what they master is a magic of another…

auralect

a sandgrain salts the lion’s rosary, renders him wraith on an endsummer night: Monday, 2:16am, when silent reflections recoil by reflex into sovereign’sight. minky starshine phrases the air into a sanguine vexation, ’til the requiemix sets the five-year eve free by the…