SEMINAL BLUES (Post conversation with death) “Dying / Is an art, like everything else.” -Sylvia Plath, “Lady Lazarus” Your words do not meet..
After Jennifer Perrine We do not want the hate, no ghost boys wandering about cities that should be home, no sticks calling..
In the year 1996, my grandmother hired a new maid called Fatima. On her first morning with us, she checked the cooler for leftovers and..
still life with the evangelist have you heard the gospel? – did you know that birdsong..
I am furling like arcs of tendrils unknown. Perhaps it is the rhythm wafting from your country; or the way of waters, how they hold..
Modernist painter Peter Lanyon once commented that “It is impossible for me to make a painting which has no reference to the powerful environment in..
Two nights ago, I was at a housewarming party of a colleague from work, holding a glass of wine, and admiring one of the paintings..
Dear, if you find this, we filled three notebooks with our abusers’ names and fed them to a stove. Still, they did not leave. Like..
Natural hair had at some point in the late 20th century represented cultural independence to the African Americans. Angela Davis, a human rights activist, regularly..
Reflections In grade 8, my hand landed on the delicate parts of a classmate. This did not look anything like me: a well-behaved boy..
