Interviews and Features
can you hear them?
I wonder if the rooms will tell us to shut up one day with all the noise we be makin’.
Marronage, Black Autonomy: Modibo Kadalie’s Intimate Direct Democracy
Intimate Direct Democracy: Fort Mose, The Great Dismal Swamp and The Human Quest for Freedom disrupts dominant discourses on democracy.
Becoming Human/Matters of Time
Hearts buried in the pastmay never beat to the rhythm of now
untitled. (chess pieces)
why can’t i move?in preordained patternswaltzing away with no worries
Bondju (Part 2: Imiri)
The doulas are human too. When we were all rescued from the dying planet Earth, the Bondju chanted the welcome song over us to awaken our true selves. The twins had more than just Bondju blood. They were vessels. The Orisha use them as intermediaries between this world and beyond.
On Self-Determining and Actualization Through Art, Family, and Community: A Conversation with Chef Omar Tate
People know that I’m a Black person, doing Black things about Black shit. And that’s first and foremost and that’s always been first and foremost.
Angola is wherever I plant my field
and we are the ones who insist on believing otherwise, endeavouring to invent something else, but we don't get it,
untitled. (we carve out a stillness)
i’m inclined to believe in the beautyof petit-marronage,of wake work.
Mother Marabou and River Nile: A Story Poem
Moon was crying from her flogCondemned lazy for not keeping the eye on the babies,Sun had run away in fear
Sister, the first love of my life/Archive
If only my rage could rip through time and space.
Making Tallevast
I can still access the disparate feelings of gratitude, sympathy, and regret his words left with me.
Space: The Problem and the Promise of Hiphop
This space is not an empty nothingness. It is actually raw potency—alive, vibrant and awake. Experiencing it is possible through meditative practices that deeply relax the mind and body, which cuts through our attempts at holding onto thoughts, feelings, and material existence.