Adel Souto and Woodrow Hightower
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I am a Cuban-born artist, writer, and musician, currently living in Brooklyn, NYC. I have written for my own fanzines starting in the early 90s, and have contributed pieces to numerous magazines, fanzines, and websites since. I have released several books, including a “best of”, as well as a chapbook on the subject of a 30-day vow of silence, plus I have also translated the works of Spanish poets. My work, both art pieces and photography, has shown in galleries in NYC, Philadelphia, and Miami, as well as in Europe. My music videos have been screened at NYC’s Anthology Film Archives, and I have lectured on the subject of occult influences in photography at NYU’s Steinhardt School of Culture, Education, and Human Development’s Department of Art and Art Professions. As side projects, I produce the public access tv show, Brooklyn’s Alright, and am heavily involved with my musical outfit, 156, which has a handful of releases on several labels across the U.S. Visit Adel on the web here: http://www.adelsouto.com/
The following work is Copyright © 2015, and owned by Adel Souto and may not be distributed or reprinted in any form whatsoever without written permission from the author.
Woodrow Hightower is a native of West Point, California. He is a poet currently producing a first book of verse to be titled “So Low.” A self-described “word muralist,” his work has recently been accepted by a multitude of literary zines including IthacaLit, Olentangy Review and The American Aesthetic. Hightower resides in Sacramento’s Midtown District with photographer/co-conspirator Twyla Wyoming and their two Tibetan spaniels.
The following work is Copyright © 2015, and owned by Woodrow Hightower and may not be distributed or reprinted in any form whatsoever without written permission from the author.
With a boatload of bravado
Both customers and hired help
Feeling as much guilt
Too many choices:
Within seconds I was surprised
Larry sat down to the two scoops
He and I have known each other
“Don’t you drive a red Focus
I have this recurring dream
At that moment
“Damn you Morris”
It was then I noticed Larry’s scribble: