Interviews and Features
The Unseen
In the three years without Baba, I had frequent nightmares, the embodiments of the worries and fears that I managed to keep in the back of my mind when I was awake. They were all variations of the same thing: the armed Jewish militia breaking into our home, destroying our crops, and beating us all until we were bloody and swollen.
Our Lady of Sorrow (Dolores)/ The Art of the Covenant: Part I
we depart from our midway pointshe, mother of the livingme, daughter of the dead
Sounds Familiar: Reflections on James Francies’ Flight
One could say Francies’ project is both an introduction and a return.
Complexity
To dive into complexity is how we arrive at clarity. To question and examine the complexities of our time is neither to exclude the many nor to privilege the few.
I'll Fly Away
For Dr. Nubia Kai, the cry for redemption can be heard beyond Dr. Martin Luther King’s journey “I’ve Been to the Mountaintop.”
Our Generation's Mission
What vehicles will we create or reimagine? What tools will we use or discard? How will we push, prod, and force America to make real the promises of democracy?
Letters from Mozambique
But wasn’t the point of it all to venture into the unknown in order to find what had been hidden by familiarity and complacency? So I stayed with you. Learning you meant that I had to (re)learn myself.
The Original Mrs. Garvey
With or without Marcus, I am going to conquer the world. Do not forget this, Amy. Amy? Please do not crumble in the face of capital, nor any man capital presents. Amy? You hear me?
Transcendence Pt. II
“Don’t tell me how a man died. Give me the things that made this man’s heart beat. That’s how to make it as a newspaperman.”
A Laughter Lined with Blades & Hibiscus/Reclamation/Hold on You/Redemption
When I think of Ayiti...I can almost feel my skin...rip from itselfhaving made discourse withthe enemy and harvest toolall at once...
Drum Festival/Scent of Wood and Water
We did not see or remember,but her sound and rhythmand urgencymust have moved our own.
Love for Foreigners and Other Foolish Flights of Fancy
No eternal us, no eternal we. Just this moment in time that comes back hauntingly in a nostalgic mental game of what if.
The Trouble With Happiness
was the supposition that in lacking it you were a moral failure.
For Centuries I've Held You In My Prayers/Today I Am Resentful.
Someone held my hand in theirs...