PinnedMember-onlyAn Interview with: Khalik AllahThe New York photographer/filmmaker discusses spirituality, future plans, meeting Nas and more. Please note: for those who prefer audio, this interview is also on Bandcamp, free of charge: https://reecebeckett.bandcamp.com/track/an-interview-with-khalik-allah I felt it would be a loss to only have this in text, as I have always found Khalik to be…Interview24 min read
Published in Move Me Poetry·Sep 19Member-onlyControlA (dark) poem. Just me and my past in a dark room Consumed. I shy from the light, never In bloom, just consumed. Your perfume, those Old tunes — all around, now. Out of control, for a while now. My tongue rots when I speak of the past. Breath turned toxic…Poetry2 min read
Published in Rainbow Salad·Sep 17Member-onlyApocalypse NowA poem. Outside like an apocalypse The sirens pass, the crunch of glass… I do not remember the last time I exhaled, My inhalations gather mud in my lungs, pain has prevailed. Every step a dagger to the foot, Bare and bleeding feet on nails, And the tree roots seem…Poetry1 min read
Published in Counter Arts·Sep 15Member-onlyThe Best Movies of 2022 So FarAnd those to anticipate most… If you were to ask me how 2022 was going for films, and I was being honest, I’d say that so far it has been quite disappointing. Some of my favourite directors made weaker projects (such as David Cronenberg — his new film Crimes of…Movies8 min read
Published in Rainbow Salad·Sep 15Member-onlyString CyclesA poem, in response to Sadie Seroxcat’s September prompt. Thanks for all of your work. — The day that I was born You handed me a string I clasped to it closely Unaware of what it could bring. I handed you those tissues When your eyes leaked black tar. I try to heal in solitude But I don’t get very far. Therapy five times by now It…September Prompt2 min read
Published in Move Me Poetry·Sep 5Member-onlyLine & SinkingA poem. Numb my pain with fast fingers Keyboard taps and open tabs Whatever arrives faster. Whatever comes the fastest. Needed, needed, needed. Just feed me what I need. Don’t ask any questions, beg you, don’t question my greed, Need to recover, need to hide, Need to act with speed, Whatever comes…Poetry2 min read
Published in Rainbow Salad·Sep 2Member-onlyEyesA poem. Eyes Sick with fear but still alive Thunder comes And sunshine goes Has it been one day or five? The gold is gone, my class is decided For life. A tattoo, A number on my arm, four chain walls Which hold me still, a zoo. Pacing around in circles, Questioning your…Poetry2 min read
Published in Counter Arts·Sep 2Member-onlyThe Tony Scott Retrospective — The 1980sThe first of three parts on the late, great Tony Scott. It always hurts to see someone die. It hurts twice as much when said person has directly impacted your view on art, and it hurts even more to know that they passed on due to terrible circumstances. Such is…Tony Scott5 min read
Published in Move Me Poetry·Aug 30Member-onlyKicking/ScreamingA poem — trigger warning for suggestion of suicide. I have accepted my anxiety But I reject its outside causes It may always be a part of me, And I may forever be nauseous But that doesn’t mean That I admit defeat In the face of all its causes. I…Move Me Poetry2 min read
Published in Counter Arts·Aug 29Member-onlyReview: No Kite — Community Centre EPOn No Kite’s debut EP, the memorable and emotional Community Centre. No Kite’s first EP, titled Community Centre, is a brief collection of tracks intended to introduce the world to the music of Harry Geeves, the recently graduated student behind the mysterious pseudonym. Four tracks may not seem like enough…Nokite3 min read
