The Spoke Effect

In order to bloom, you have to be in love with your mind and be at peace with your thoughts. I'm a creative soul who just found her outlet.

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from the Fifth Villancico 

By Sor Juana Inés de la Cruz

In alternating voices, written for the Feast of the Nativity in Puebla,1689.

Because my Lord was born to suffer,

let Him stay awake.

 Because for me He is awake,

 let Him fall asleep.

Let Him stay awake there

is no pain for one who loves

as painlessness would be.

 Let Him sleep—

 For one who sleeps, in dreaming,

 prepares himself to die.

Silence, now He sleeps!

 Careful, He's awake!

Do not disturb Him, no!

 Yes, He must be waked!

Let Him wake and wake!

 Let Him have his sleep!

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F* Chad: A Love Story** (on Wattpad) https://www.wattpad.com/story/396417893-f-chad-a-love-story?utm_source=web&utm_medium=tumblr&utm_content=share_myworks&wp_uname=thespokeffect Fay and Julia have been inseparable since preschool-ride-or-dies, hoodie-sharing soulmates, Thelma and Louise. But everything changes when Julia starts dating Chad: football player, boyfriend-of-the-year, and walking threat to everything Fay thought was unbreakable. Now, Fay's the third wheel in her own life, watching the girl she secretly loves slip away into someone else's arms. Bitter, jealous, and totally not okay, Fay tries to laugh it off-until the feelings start spilling out in ways she can't control. What happens when your best friend is also the love of your life... but she has no idea? A messy, heart-wrenching, queer coming-of-age story about love, loss, and the slow unraveling of the person you thought would never leave.

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#EdwinTorres #hispanicheritagemonth2022

EPISODE 2 | PLAYLIST – “THE ESTATE”

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Alfie | EPISODE 3: “THE ESTATE”

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F* Chad: A Love Story** (on Wattpad) https://www.wattpad.com/story/396417893-f-chad-a-love-story?utm_source=web&utm_medium=tumblr&utm_content=share_myworks&wp_uname=thespokeffect Fay and Julia have been inseparable since preschool-ride-or-dies, hoodie-sharing soulmates, Thelma and Louise. But everything changes when Julia starts dating Chad: football player, boyfriend-of-the-year, and walking threat to everything Fay thought was unbreakable. Now, Fay's the third wheel in her own life, watching the girl she secretly loves slip away into someone else's arms. Bitter, jealous, and totally not okay, Fay tries to laugh it off-until the feelings start spilling out in ways she can't control. What happens when your best friend is also the love of your life... but she has no idea? A messy, heart-wrenching, queer coming-of-age story about love, loss, and the slow unraveling of the person you thought would never leave.

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OFFICIAL STATEMENT

From the Office of Altha JamesJames | Burnham RE: Fallon Feature Response Issued in response to recent commentary surrounding the Vanity UK feature: “The Fallons are not the first public figures to navigate private storms in the spotlight, and they won’t be the last. What matters is not the noise around them — but the decisions they make after it fades. The photo shoot was a message, not a…

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Black History is Forever: Henry R. Jones, Ashley Sky Walker, Stormy Nesbit

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LYLA // PRIVATE NOTES – NEVER SENT

Berlin wasn’t the beginning, but it was the line. You never looked at me like a weakness. Not once. That’s why I came. That’s why I stayed. You stripped me like you already knew what I looked like inside. I think you did. You always did. I let you. Not because I lost. Because I wanted to feel it—the edge of you, the restraint, the precision. You made it feel safe to let go. And…

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SCENE: KENZIE’S LIVE INTERVIEW

SETTING: A soundstage transformed into a warm, intimate living room. Walls in muted grey-blue with soft uplighting. A curved cream sofa facing a matching chair. Two soft amber-lit lamps on low side tables. Ferns and a minimalist orchid centerpiece on a round table between them. Quiet hum of crew equipment in the dark perimeter. Studio cool, but under the hot lights, everything…

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Megan's Spring Season #mycalvins #megantheestallion

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SHADOW CUTS – Episode 2: “Recast”Illusions of Faith

1. Kenzie’s Off-Camera Breakdown (Early Morning Before the Interview)While viewers saw her poised in the studio chair, what you didn’t see was Kenzie waking up in a cold sweat at 4AM. She stood barefoot in her designer kitchen rehearsing lines to her reflection, reapplying under-eye patches between tears and herbal tea. Her husband had already left. Not a word spoken. 2. The Real Reason Alfie…

SHADOW CUTS – Episode 2: “Recast”Illusions of Faith

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EPISODE 2 | PLAYLIST – “RECAST”

1. “What’s It All About, Alfie?” – Cilla Black (instrumental) — Cold Open / Jules’ scene 2. “Glory Box” – Portishead — Scene 1: Interview prep / Alfie getting ready 3. “Don’t Let Me Be Misunderstood” – Nina Simone — Scene 2: Rae & Sofia 4. “Doll Parts” – Hole — Scene 4: Lyla planning Nova’s campaign 5. “Motion Picture Soundtrack” – Radiohead — Scene 5: Jules’ poem flashback 6. “Bitter…

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by peter orlovsky

My Bed is Covered Yellow

My bed is covered yellow - Oh Sun, I sit on you Oh golden field I lay on you Oh money I dream of you More, More, cried the bed - talk to me more - Oh bed that taked the weight of the world - all the lost dreams laid on you Oh bed that grows no hair, that cannot be fucked or can be fucked Oh bed crumbs of all ages spiled on you Oh yellow bed march to the sun whear yr journey will be done Oh 50 lbs. of bed that takes 400 more lbs- how strong you are Oh bed, only for man & not for animals yellow bed when will the animals have equal rights? Oh 4 legged bed off the floor forever built Oh yellow bed all the news of the world lay on you at one time or another 1957, Paris

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Mugging (I)

By Allen Ginsberg

I

Tonite I walked out of my red apartment door on East tenth street’s dusk—

Walked out of my home ten years, walked out in my honking neighborhood

Tonite at seven walked out past garbage cans chained to concrete anchors   

Walked under black painted fire escapes, giant castiron plate covering a hole in ground

—Crossed the street, traffic lite red, thirteen bus roaring by liquor store,   

past corner pharmacy iron grated, past Coca Cola & Mylai posters fading scraped on brick

Past Chinese Laundry wood door’d, & broken cement stoop steps For Rent hall painted green & purple Puerto Rican style

Along E. 10th’s glass splattered pavement, kid blacks & Spanish oiled hair adolescents’ crowded house fronts—

Ah, tonite I walked out on my block NY City under humid summer sky Halloween,

thinking what happened Timothy Leary joining brain police for a season?   

thinking what’s all this Weathermen, secrecy & selfrighteousness beyond reason—F.B.I. plots?

Walked past a taxicab controlling the bottle strewn curb—

past young fellows with their umbrella handles & canes leaning against a ravaged Buick

—and as I looked at the crowd of kids on the stoop—a boy stepped up, put his arm around my neck

tenderly I thought for a moment, squeezed harder, his umbrella handle against my skull,

and his friends took my arm, a young brown companion tripped his foot ’gainst my ankle—

as I went down shouting Om Ah Hūm to gangs of lovers on the stoop watching

slowly appreciating, why this is a raid, these strangers mean strange business

with what—my pockets, bald head, broken-healed-bone leg, my softshoes, my heart—

Have they knives? Om Ah Hūm—Have they sharp metal wood to shove in eye ear ass? Om Ah Hūm

& slowly reclined on the pavement, struggling to keep my woolen bag of poetry address calendar & Leary-lawyer notes hung from my shoulder

dragged in my neat orlon shirt over the crossbar of a broken metal door   

dragged slowly onto the fire-soiled floor an abandoned store, laundry candy counter 1929—

now a mess of papers & pillows & plastic car seat covers cracked cockroach-corpsed ground—

my wallet back pocket passed over the iron foot step guard

and fell out, stole by God Muggers’ lost fingers, Strange—

Couldn’t tell—snakeskin wallet actually plastic, 70 dollars my bank money for a week,

old broken wallet—and dreary plastic contents—Amex card & Manf. Hanover Trust Credit too—business card from Mr. Spears British Home Minister Drug Squad—my draft card—membership ACLU & Naropa Institute Instructor’s identification

Om Ah Hūm   I continued chanting Om Ah Hūm

Putting my palm on the neck of an 18 year old boy fingering my back pocket crying “Where’s the money”

“Om Ah Hūm    there isn’t any”

My card Chief Boo-Hoo Neo American Church New Jersey & Lower East Side

Om Ah Hūm    —what not forgotten crowded wallet—Mobil Credit, Shell? old lovers addresses on cardboard pieces, booksellers calling cards—

—“Shut up or we’ll murder you”—“Om Ah Hūm    take it easy”

Lying on the floor shall I shout more loud?—the metal door closed on blackness

one boy felt my broken healed ankle, looking for hundred dollar bills behind my stocking weren’t even there—a third boy untied my Seiko Hong Kong watch rough from right wrist leaving a clasp-prick skin tiny bruise

“Shut up and we’ll get out of here”—and so they left,

as I rose from the cardboard mattress thinking Om Ah Hūm    didn’t stop em enough,

the tone of voice too loud—my shoulder bag with 10,000 dollars full of poetry left on the broken floor—

November 2, 1974