words & art by shé

bookshelf

Tag: spoken word

  • Patin

    “Neat!” said a walker from the path around the athletic fields. Baseball, racquetball, soccer, and in the middle, a skatepark. I had it to myself that day, looping around the smooth concrete, dodging bars and blocks. “Thanks!” I smiled. The Ripstik is a goodwill ambassador. Last week I met Alison, about six or so with…

  • 400 Miles

    I heard them first, the dolphins, blowing out air like men swimming alongside Habibi. The moon wasn’t up yet, and I was motorsailing a cautious four knots while keeping an eye out for shrimpers, tankers, and fishing boats. The Big Dipper was clear above the mast, pointing out north. A dark dolphin shape leaps ten…