Prelude to Bruise
"Jones is the type of author who’s greater than sought after: he’s desperately needed."—FlavorWire
“This booklet leaves your physique reworked in a fashion that poetry should." —ElevenEleven
"I get shout-happy while I learn those poems; they're the gospel; they're the good news of the maintaining strength of mind's eye, tenderness, and outright joy."—D. A. Powell
“Prelude to Bruise works its tempestuous mojo just below the outside, wreaking a candy havoc and rearranging the heart beat. those poems do not dole out mercy. Mr. Jones absolutely dipped his pen in fierce prior to crafting those stanzas that rock like backslap. Straighten your skirt, childrens. The doorways of the church are open.”—Patricia Smith
“It’s an incredible publication, a big e-book. A game-changer. amazing, brutal, actual. not only excellent, caustic, and impassioned yet a piece that brings history—in which the non-public and political are inter-constitutive—to the quick second. Jones takes a reader deep into lived event, right into a charged international divided between risky but entrenched strains: racial, gendered, political, sexual, familial. right here we take in every one quiet resistance, each one whoop of pleasure, an information of violence and of hope, an insufferable ache/loss/yearning. this isn't only a “new voice” yet a brand new tune, a brand new method of making a song, a brand new tune made from deep grief’s wildfire, of burning intelligence and of all-feeling center, scorched and seared. In a poem, Jones says, “Boy’s physique is a tune in basic terms he can hear.” yet now that we've got this ebook, we will be able to all pay attention it. And it’s unforgettable.”—Brenda Shaughnessy
“Inside every one starvation, every one hope, speaks the voice of a boy that admits ‘I’ve constantly desired to be dangerous.’ this isn't a hazard yet a promise to damage clear of the ailment of silence, to make audible the tales that difficulty the size of masculinity and pain the well mannered conversations approximately race. With extraordinary grace, Saeed Jones situates the queer black physique on the heart, the place his visibility and vulnerability nurture emotional power and the irrepressible strength to assert these areas that have been as soon as denied or withheld from him. Prelude to a Bruise is a bold debut.”—Rigoberto González
From "Sleeping Arrangement":
Take your hand out
from less than my pillow.
And take your sheets with you.
Drag them lower than. Make fake ghosts.
I cannot have you ever damn the mattress springs
so retain nonetheless, preserve quiet.
Mistake your self for shadows.
Learn the lullabies of lint.
Saeed Jones works because the editor of BuzzfeedLGBT.
Warned him gentle you can’t sleep right here; you won’t get up. within the snuffed room, my contact serrated little bit of the teeth or switchblade. Even a peacock feather involves some degree. He proposal i used to be kissing him. HE THINKS HE CAN depart ME by way of leaving me, yet even now I stroll burning during the empty streets of his brain. Lonely little city, no sound yet my footsteps. I grin, mouthful of hell my tooth soot black. In curlicues of smoke, I sing his identify to the evening and his darkness.
Bricks, then many years crashed to the road simply as a bus pulled up. Passengers choking on airborne dirt and dust rushed to flee the spoil of somebody else’s reminiscence. blocks past gravity, I pressed into you, into you and away from the entire breaking. I didn’t be aware of your identify, so I kissed one into your mouth. informed myself i've got a physique to carry this morning, then held my very own in the event you walked out into the sirens. state OF TRICK, nation OF DRUG after Lucie Brock-Broido I. I lick the sycamore inked.
Bricks, then a long time crashed to the road simply as a bus pulled up. Passengers choking on airborne dirt and dust rushed to flee the destroy of somebody else’s reminiscence. blocks past gravity, I pressed into you, into you and away from all of the breaking. I didn’t comprehend your identify, so I kissed one into your mouth. instructed myself i've got a physique to carry this morning, then held my very own if you walked out into the sirens. nation OF TRICK, country OF DRUG after Lucie Brock-Broido I. I lick the sycamore inked.
Bottom’s top silt, allowed my arms to shrivel and be taken for crawfish. I’ve laced my eyelashes with algae. I blink emerald. I blink sea-glass eco-friendly. i'm no matter what gleams just below the skin. Scoop at my sparkle. I’ll offer you not anything yet disturbed mirrored image. convey your ear to the water and I’ll sing you down into my palms. allow me exhibit you ways to make your lungs a house for minnows, how to allow them to flicker like silver out and in of your mouth like final phrases . . .
Father known as over the opposite fathers to examine the appropriate little gap within the black paper physique. Boy made be aware of ways repeatedly his father checked out him and smiled. 3. The variety of instances the opposite fathers patted him at the again. 5. Boy was once so excited he did a bit hop. Boy famous that his father’s smile dimmed then, yet just for a moment. Boy’s father has had that black paper physique placing within the storage ever in view that. 6 In tonight’s dream, Boy kneels at the ground whereas D sits in a.