Interviews and Features
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.
My Prow Towards the City/Woman on the Bus/My Relatives for the Most
...to remember our ancestors who soared above their burial stones
A Blue Letter: An Afrofuturist Story
In her bonnet and night clothes, she jumped against her bedroom wall, confused by the sight.
Redemption
Redemption, and its verb form “redeem,” come from Latin roots meaning essentially “to buy back,” but in common usage, it means “to atone for” or “to release.” Common meanings vary even more, but we can summarize the meaning of the noun form as fulfillment or freedom received in exchange for a payment. So what is the cost of freedom, and who should be making a payment?
The Beauty in Right Now: An Interview with Poet Kailande Cassamajor
A Gathering Together's Jaminnia R. States interviews featured poet Kailande Cassamajor.
Returning to A Small Place
A Small Place is Kincaid working out the continuation of that ongoing modern myth, of how her homeland, once her Eden, was disfigured after her flight from it.
Welcome to the Melancholy Jungle
I prayed that she wasn’t dead as I questioned my desire to pray in such a haunted state.
Wisdom Calls/the points of knives/grandpapa and holy spirit dance like no one’s watching
the people watchred-eyedoccupiedscratching an ungodly itchwith the points of knives
I Love it When Black People Ask “How You Livin’?”
It’s the permission we call a prayer to live at all... and not just do.
Witch’s Brew: Wayétu Moore’s She Would Be King
Moore gifts all with new eyes, new legends—ones through which founding myths can and will be unsettled.