From a clothes line hanging above the main dance floor across the third floor gallery area is a clothesline and from it hangs a wide variety of female under garments that were not there when the club opened and the evening began. The origin of these under garments is a source of amusement for the casual patron and a source of unspoken shame for a … Continue reading Handgun on the table, brazeers on the Chandalier
Motherfuckin’ Desert Person I’m a motherfuckin desert person. And I like to wander as long as it’s on a strict timeframe. Because when you’re out in the desert you lose track of how long you’ve been walking and if you don’t budget your water right this can be a serious problem. The desert is place to go to lose yourself in exile but it … Continue reading Motherf@cking Desert People
An Endless Walk Written by Adler S Walt – Begun 3/11/17 – “A hero or a hooligan, well that part’s never clear.” It was the cold night of Purim, 5777, the full moon was huge and it was brick as shit. That means harshly cold in the Ebony peasant vernacular. I knew that were I so inclined there would be multiple places to fete and … Continue reading An Endless Walk
The Constitution of the American Cantons The Social Contract of Cantons in the Americas Preamble We, the people of the Democratic Autonomous Regions of North, Central and South America, a confederation of communities, freely and solemnly declare and establish this Charter. In pursuit of freedom, justice, dignity and democracy and led by principles of equality and environmental sustainability, the Charter proclaims a new social contract, … Continue reading The Social Contract
03 Brooklyn Bridge 20 December 2009 It’s the 20th of December, 2009, Jeremy’s been dead for about a year. Those pagans from Garretson Beach tried to kill him and Maria, Nick and Angelica on the train. Then FDNY, then Maria, she left him about six months ago, after a little episode on Block Island that scared her too bad. It hasn’t been a good … Continue reading Hey Brother, 3.
02 Down Town, Brooklyn December 15th 2009 Her name is T Bird Tall Flame Luv. Her slave name was Tanya Albert, but almost everyone even a Brooklyn bourbon, Haitian can name and re name, recovering the lost identity of a slave. She works on a Transcare 911 unit out of slave the Brooklyn Hospital. In her own words: “Only reason I’m out here this gorgeous … Continue reading Hey Brother, 2.
01 Manhattan, USA 10 December 2009 The snow dropped open and the sky fell out and then we all had a 7 foot ice coat; so to keep warm I invited pugnacious and highly sassy Yelizaveta Kotlyarova to join me at the Wall Street Baths; called Spa 88. The date is 10 December of 2009 of the Common Era; this snow still falls … Continue reading Hey Brother, 1.
ACT ONE: “Toussaint” Prelude Croix-des Bouquets, Haiti 4 June 2014 I ask you now friend, in whose reality do you live? We all dedicate our actions to the future. But, what is it that we claim to do with our little lives as that future narrows? Have we all lost our faith in outer generations or a glorious world to come? Of course, all lives … Continue reading Hey Brother, Prelude.
Scene 3 Havana, Cuba “The Fall” Janaury 5th, 1989 As per Heval Sandra Santiestiban a Cuban Comrade: Sandra Santiestiban has jet black hair and is petite. She’s vaguely malnourished for a Cuban, but still attractive and dynamic. Of course. She is and always will be a member of the Committees for Defense of the Revolution. The vigilant internal defense mechanism against Yankee imperialist aggression and unrestrained, insatiable sex … Continue reading HTR : Act1/Scene3