BEST SINGER/SONGWRITER ATL |
Creative Loafing voted juju b solomon critics choice for best singer songwriter in atlanta 2007:http://atlantahappenings.creativeloafing.com/gbase/Best
Of/BestOfAwards?Award=oid%3A397606 Posted by on Wed, 10 Oct 2007 20:42:00 GMT |
Dreamed Poem Four |
Until the water in that stream becomes beer I will sit with a garbled flotilla on my tongue. This will consecrate the last particles of grit and leave me drooping in the hallway like boots. I want une... Posted by on Sun, 22 Jul 2007 07:36:00 GMT |
Dreamed Poem Three |
Students lifted the bare cage from the hearth and placed it on a dowry. One glowering signature pained forward and frothed. In the evening it was muscles and trellis-vines, scattered like birdseed in ... Posted by on Sun, 22 Jul 2007 07:34:00 GMT |
Dreamed Poem Two |
A secret shudder let up from the bell and the building cragged itself in washes of aluminum light. Still nothing was derelict until it was chosen: a rock in the eye-socket of a child on a hill overloo... Posted by on Sun, 22 Jul 2007 07:33:00 GMT |
Dreamed Poem One |
It would bully my nose. It would slip and shudder down my back. It was climate-based, and it had toes in place of ears. In the ruined courtyard lay a photo of a crow, and out of the rubble rose a dolp... Posted by on Sun, 22 Jul 2007 07:30:00 GMT |
JUJU B ON NPR.ORG |
http://www.npr.org/openmic Posted by on Fri, 15 Jun 2007 08:48:00 GMT |
DOWNLOAD HIPPIE IN LOVE!!! |
FOR A LIMITED TIME ONLY!!!HIPPIE IN LOVE IS DOWNLOADABLE!!!PLAY IT FOR YOUR MOM AND YOUR DOG!!!SNEAK IT ONTO YOUR LITTLE BROTHER'S IPOD!!!BROADCAST IT ON YOUR PIRATE RADIO STATION!!!GOODENEGRYGOODENER... Posted by on Tue, 12 Jun 2007 08:40:00 GMT |
Blink-Step |
I was twelve, camping in the mountains with my mother and father. I woke in the middle of the night to the sound of footsteps outside our tent. Rigid with fear, I could not wake my parents. I could do... Posted by on Wed, 30 May 2007 11:42:00 GMT |
The Law of the Universe According to Harold Wells |
It was shit or get shat upon, he who shits last looses, and shit for your dear, dear life: that was the basic law of the universe as Harold Wells knew it. He learned this law at a slumber party in the... Posted by on Tue, 29 May 2007 17:25:00 GMT |
Mostly Black Little Dead Thing |
She carried the dead puppy through the shadows of the living room, out onto the terrace beneath the green light of the fiberglass roof. Wrapped in a pillow case of quilted blue gingham, the animal ma... Posted by on Mon, 28 May 2007 11:28:00 GMT |