Author Archives: Synnika Alek-Chizoba Lofton

Tapestry_of_an_Empire

The smoke is normal. Crashing into the walls of a burning house has become common place, a routine I repeat almost daily. Graying hair symbolizes the time I have committed to inhaling metallic culture. A tightrope is home. Stealthily balancing weight on an eyelash. Master the grind. Master the hustle. Master the way sunlight bouncesContinue reading “Tapestry_of_an_Empire”

Cosplay_is_the_Norm (Sheesh)

Back in the bag, or the gamble,or the risk, rolling dice against gray concrete, trying to fortifywings to clip polluted skies. The boy is too fly, unkempt, and unruly,escaping the hot mouthed silliness of so-called preachers, teachers,online yuppies, and designers. No fear up here. No fear up here amongscattered clouds. Earbuds thread soundwaves into myContinue reading “Cosplay_is_the_Norm (Sheesh)”

Ready_for_I-64_and_America’s_Smile

Switching lanes on Interstate 64. Backups don’t mean much. Latin jazz vibes. Surfing on steel drums, congas, keys, melodies. Police cruisers patrol the spots between Military and Brambleton–ravens setting speed traps, but the people smirk and keep pushing 80, single occupancy vehicles in the HOV lane. The coffee brews somewhere. Small hustlers get to itContinue reading “Ready_for_I-64_and_America’s_Smile”

Smoke_is_Normal

Hop and skip over social debris. Pursue the daylight, hovering toward the East. Oceanfront got them good vibes. Play Kind of Blue and let me lose track of the noise, the talking heads, and the mindless chatter, the characters without characters. Different Breed. Green tea with protein is the brew. Stevia pulls up to chillContinue reading “Smoke_is_Normal”