Interviews and Features
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?
memory in movement/the groundings with my mothers
movement is notalways departurefrom self
ser espíritu, ser memoria, ser humane – be it all
a projection of forces both within and beyond me were clear,a mirror forged by fire
i study because i’m heartbroken/untitled. (there was a shooting on the metro today)
i savorthe wisdom of elders
Romare Bearden: Conjure, Continuation, and Art in the Practice of Life
A collage is, as he called it, a projection, a moment held in time, yet happening simultaneously somewhere else, transposing and then reflecting itself in the here-and-now.
⇝ / heavy: a burning haibun / untitled no. ∞
i know how to hold things and store them deeply.
when we have to pretend your “Science” knows us / portrait of a stranded god
and to call how they’ve known us “Science” is to sayno amount of Study reveals the strandedness of God
We give thanks
If the beginning was sound, and that sound is love then through dance is how we show our devotion.