GRAFFITI FROM AN AMERICAN REFUGEE, $3, 4” x 4¼”, 5 pgs.

Five pages of poetry—excuse me, not poetry, “soup kitchen fortune cookies, narcotic fueled nocturnes, speeches for the speechless, pornographic lamentations, questionable quotations, and a bunch of filthy words,” as the author refers to their works—about freedom, the cosmic library, love, and Dilla. Pockets writes at the intersection of rebellious sensibility and quotidian language that characterizes the proliferation of post-Rupi Kaur poets in roughly the physical style of a time when poets more commonly put out pamphlets and broadsides. –jimmy cooper (Pockets, instagram @pocketsthepoet)