The More We Go The More We Don’t Know a Thing

The More We Go The More We Don’t Know A Thing by Briel Felton Even the yellowjackets are confused. The mosquitos, the wasps & the bees all in a tizzy.  Say brotha it must be August, but I don’t hear the cicadas hollering with those big ass lungs. What the fuck is happnin’?  There ain’t […]

Biological Speculation

Biological Speculation by Briel Felton I bought the green carton of Newports. Lit one to time it and gave the rest to someone in need: a 14-year-old asking me to buy a 6-pack of beer in the 7/11 for him and his friends. I wonder if they are pretending to be their fathers. I thought […]