Interviews and Features
Before You Drown Your Own Fool Self: Survival in Kendra Allen’s The Collection Plate
Each poem, a tributary that flows across the page in form or a tribute to those that did not survive.
Sugar Rush/Sugar Crash/ The Lists are listless
Imagine eyes that peer past the pall and beyond
Mother/Casting Love Spells on Friday between 10 and 11pm/ANYWAY
He haunts the life I see for myself
The Brick mason and Rance Allen (Monroe, Michigan)
It was huge. It was too big to grow, but I grew it anyway.
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,
