Jazzy Green hangs their hat, as well as their heart, anywhere they land. Poetry has always been a means to understand being, in all its forms, beyond the academic institution. Trying to shape a voice that’s real in a sea of contra-sounds is a journey forever unfolding, and one that must be, they believe, stamped by all that they are. Their words aim to be relentless, unapologetic marks, like cigarettes stubbed onto your skin. Then sometimes, afterwards, a kiss of forgiveness; a breath or a break.
"Meeting the faces of others helps us unfold, I think. Loosening our worlds, being two people and more. Our circle unfolds into a land. Escaping the uneasiness." ~ [Spin Unravel]
“Since you broke my heart water bills have increased”. “And the cedar wood market has exploded”. ~ [Psychic Call]