[T]he black Atlantic has always been the queer Atlantic… Omise’eke Tinsley, “Black Atlantic, Queer Atlantic” Running the risk of angering my black brothers, I shall say that a Black is not a man. Frantz Fanon, Black Skin, White Masks And if we are at a new beginning, we got to make a man all over […]Read More What Is A Black Man?
The Conservative and The Liberal gather together in the ruined streets of Minneapolis urging for peace. It has never been more clear that such an urgency is a matter of returning to White comfort in the dismay of black rage and yet, the refined reader states, “The Families of [Insert Slaughtered Person] are requesting that […]Read More Apocalypse Now! Apocalypse Forever!
Spoken word poem, set to the tune of: No matter how many chronicles we’ve written, the breath given to the depths of us can’t be spoken. Speak less, and yet the poet goes on. How many poems are written to the speechless? How many poems are written in the name of words that can’t be […]Read More Perspectives on Mourning
) These scars on our bodies are impossible. These scars that we carry can’t be. These scars that we share are impossible. These scars on our body can’t be. “These undecipherable markings on the captive body render a kind of hieroglyphics of the flesh whose severe disjunctures come to be hidden to the cultural […]Read More prose on the (im)possibility of black love // the (im)possibility of black study
Annabelle’s Eulogy: Letters of Love and AnguishRead More Annabelle’s Eulogy