I know, I know, It threatens the common gestures of human bonding The handshake, The hug The shoulders we give each other to cry on The Neighborliness we take for granted So much that we often beat our breasts Crowing about rugged individualism, Disdaining nature, pissing poison on it even, […]
There has always been enough blood money, mis-education and mass distraction in these dis-United States to erase any memory of catastrophe or atrocity that brought trauma or ethical contemplation to the surface of the national conversation. Problematic, because acknowledging such scar tissue might direct fealty away from the national religion—materialist […]
[….] A Shelter Is Not Necessarily An Island as title for something cogent right now comes to mind & brings to mind Eric Mottram’s 1971 book Shelter Island & The Remaining World […]
unbearable witness i do not want to write these words_ escorted by flashing red and blue lights the long white truck an enormous hearse passes slowly down the street through the neighborhood no where to run or hide from its path the stare of its headlights a mark on each […]
In or around 1995, the Barbadian poet Kamau Brathwaite (1930-2020) bought a property, which included a three bedroom dwelling, in Christ Church, Barbados, in the vicinity of the international airport. Brathwaite referred to this property as Cow Pastor or Cow Pasture. Shortly after purchase, the Barbadian government informed him he […]
For those who can’t get with or interpret certain codes, in general or specifically, black folk/culture under segregation didn’t always contain or restrain in the manner/matters classified. I would, in fact, argue that the place inside the inside considered outside, was not, in many communities and places, as binary as […]
I, the red metal rat practice balance on breaking news & extended edges, apprehend time & trust creative uncertainties. In the man-made present red rat must reclaim her temporalities. In the thriving ruins the mycorrhizal symbioses are forcing stories in disturbance & contamination— are we still longing for salvation? Red […]
I wanted to see you one last time (more)/ before I left and you/ needed to see me with my/ wings open (a nomad’s tent on my back)/ unfurled rising and the sight of them/ hurting you with fear overwhelming on my shoulders constellations of more colors than you had […]
Before we begin, a few things should be said: the A-Line offers itself to public scrutiny as a journal of progressive thought; after publishing four issues of the journal that focus on the enormous political crisis that confronts the United States and its citizens—the veritable inspiration for our creating the […]
A preoccupation, if not obsession, that guides my work is how to define black feminism, how to stretch it to reach and to suit black women everywhere, how to evacuate it of unnecessarily prescriptive dogma, how to characterize its ethical commitments, how to theorize the shapes it gives to black […]
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