Interviews and Features

Gates We Can't Close
The first time they made their presence known to me I heard voices singing.

Windows: A Burning Haibun/The Chair/Notes on Living or Landing/Hold Still
Watch what happens to a black boy’s soul when the fade is tight

In Praise of Palmettos and Other Invasive Roots/Love Letter with False Start
cast some residue of beauty thatI might revel in you, you, you,

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.