Grease Poet
Carl the mechanic
was the first poet
I ever met—
livin’ at home
takin’ a few classes
at the local CC
I think us younger guys
in the neighborhood
kinda looked up to
Welcome to Trace Italian
When I was young, I’d sometimes come home from school on the cusp of tears—the
memory of however I’d been mistreated that day still fresh like black paint. My
parents
In Conversation with Lecrae
Ten years ago during highschool football practice, out of an old Honda Passport,
I played Lecrae’s first album Real Talk. From their juiced-up stereo-systems,
the defensive line played Lil’ Wayne (A Milli
From the Roster: Stephanie Imbeau
Every Tuesday afternoon, we are showcasing an individual artist recognized for
his or her unique voice, ideas and process. Once a month, a featured artist will
be selected by Rebecca Locke, a New
The Girl Who Liked Scary Movies
She was seven when I was twelve.
She was clever when I was water.
She took baths when I took showers.
She was X when I was the Science Patrol.
Her green Crayola