Literary arts

March 9, 2020 by admin
he sits on the stone seat in the river of Marketand looks into the light the light changes he said and I feel time he speaks of the slant of the golden light when the season turnsand it seems the night with its mystery is coming the light is a veil of life he speaks of the sidewalk wet in the rainI think of his words when I’m out in the wetThe occult perfume of cement I wake up in the morning and call for my mother like I never did beforewhat was that you dreamed about time? that word you made?Read More...
March 9, 2020 by admin
To be Black-idiosyncratic-Muslim-girlchild is to be lost and found The depression and the depressed The religion and the sinner The lie and the truth The psychosis and the psychotic The fruit and the infectious weeds The tear and the retraction of sadness The ache and the needle and the stitch The family and the estranged The kitten and the lion The poet and the poem The ten and the zero The date and the dated The empty pot and the full belly The wink and the snickerRead More...
March 9, 2020 by admin
ABOUT THIS POEM: “‘Muddy’ is inspired by the motion and cadence of Diné words. Looking at it on the page, one sees kinetic text and hears onomatopoeia, so the repetition of ‘tł’ish’ reenacts the sound of someone stepping in mud, and then the word itself turns into a poem.” — Orlando WhiteRead More...
March 9, 2020 by admin
Black fathertells daughterthat she is now        Black daughter is not convinced she has grown upin the samebrown skinshe sits inas she listensto Black fathertell herof her newfound Blackness butBlackness is somethingher child mindis not yetable to understand it jumps tomore familiar thingslike        cartoonsRead More...
November 3, 2019 by admin
We gather here together in this sacred circle like we always have Here, around this fire that has always burned The same fire that lives in our bellies and makes an inferno of our hearts This spirit we summon This beauty we conjureRead More...
November 3, 2019 by admin
Whose land do we stand on, legacies erased? Aho, can we heal this reality as philanthropy claims new legacies? A sleepwalking sector— moving at a glacier paceRead More...