Interviews and Features
A FEEL Beneath the Skin
He leans back into the vinyl-clad, foam seat cushion. Blinks an opaque stare in the direction of the flying drone.
Self-Exposure / Breadth / Shaking Hands and Inside-Out
Nothing is more vulgar to me than the demand that
I accept indifference or disregard as a way of going about an undoing of myself
when is nation? where do we draw the line? (one for soyinka)
Where do we move? Inward to our we
A Black Woman will not save you iv: I’m every woman! / Guncle
Long time ago, I said to my oldest niece as she teared up at a dirty eraser, some things get dirty so other things can get clean.
my grandmova old map i’m working on / dream-composition
we played and danced we raised the dead
and strangely through all the noise we made,
no one dreaming they were alive awoke
Seize the Times, Be conscious—An Instrument of the Black Radical Tradition
Tha future is ours [sssssssss], and we will create on our feet
not our kneess_sssssssss]
& who will honour you right: d’angelo/& every song needs a witness
if i do anything i will commit this to memory time is imperfect measure knowing
this is nothing short of knowing god
Gates We Can't Close
The first time they made their presence known to me I heard voices singing.
Windows: A Burning Haibun/The Chair/Notes on Living or Landing/Hold Still
Watch what happens to a black boy’s soul when the fade is tight
In Praise of Palmettos and Other Invasive Roots/Love Letter with False Start
cast some residue of beauty thatI might revel in you, you, you,
Quantum Entanglement: The Warmth of Other Suns/When Grief Was But a Word
Spacetime travellerscoccyxes weight bowed train railsburdening cornbread
no contact/i tasted hell and it wasn't so bad
Your fingerprints on my skin are a story I’m still too scared to translate.
sum’n (or sunflower seeds & hot mamas)/my muva (or James, Audre, Gil, & Nikki)
Niggas here really ain’t buying what you sellin’...so what’s tea, forreal?
Teach a Man To Fish
He seemed too happy, too full of a jubilation I’d never recognized myself as being capable of experiencing until I finally had photographic evidence
In The Wake of Blue Bone's Wicked Womb
s Blu Bone’s persona channeling a trickster or indigenous/African deity? Is he pointing to the way the Black body can be twisted and contorted in an (anti)Black world?