Archive for September 5th, 2013

The Mother by Afuwa

September 5, 2013
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Afuwa - The Mother

  Afuwa is a Guyanese-born artist, facilitator, and writer who uses myth and constructions of identity to question nearly everything.  She lives/works on unceded Tsleil-Waututh, Musqueam, Squamish and Coast Salish territories, and is the co-founder and co-organiser of Black Before February, a Black arts event held in January.    
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All the Ways to Sing in Portuguese

September 5, 2013
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Meissner

 By Caits Meissner For Flonia I once loved the split fruit of a woman, scooping the seeds from the apple’s thick core, a dual moon I might have envied but oh, this floating voice, crooning, tempting to blossom, to place the tongue to each round breadfruit & lick. You must believe me, that once upon...
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on mothers and daughters, sisters and lovers

September 5, 2013
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Jinadasa

By Sasanka Jinadasa  see, #solidarity is a word more easily tagged than practiced and I don’t know how I feel about using a #hashtag in a poem but I build bridges in soundbites now they’re a little less heavy on my back #zami a Carriacou word for women who are lovers and friends my...
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For the Love of Freedom: Writing, Radical Praxis and the Transformative Power of a Slave’s Words

September 5, 2013
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gibson

By Ernest L. Gibson, III When Frederick Douglass wrote “My feet have been so cracked with the frost, that the pen with which I am writing might be laid in the gashes,” he made legible one of the most profound relationships experienced within American slavery. It is within the iconography of the literate slave that...
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Rev. Kyndra Danyelle Frazier on Radical Love

September 5, 2013
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By Rev. Kyndra Danyelle Frazier Love can radically be re-imagined as an emotive action and response shared by all sentient beings that creates, heightens, and strengthens vulnerability. Being vulnerable is a courageous act that requires honesty and authentic risk-taking to show up as our full selves, with all of our wounds and insecurities [the...
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What’s Love Got To Do With It?

September 5, 2013
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Idil

By Raidah Shah Idil  I am estranged from my father, and no, I don’t like talking about it. Why bring it up in the public sphere? Because I get too many intrusive questions about him in the private sphere, and this is my way of setting the record straight. My parents’ love story went terribly...
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A Reach That Remains

September 5, 2013
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By Tiana Reid There is a file on my computer saved as “fathers day.doc.” It reads in full: fathers day crossed-legged in the back of the ship: a silly little mute mosquito. his brother, a saint, a faraway focus on wild parquet. Every time I see it, either if it comes up as I...
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    Sonia Sanchez: What are we pretending not to know today? The premise as you said, my sister, being that colored people on planet earth really know everything there is to know. And if one is not coming to grips with the knowledge, it must mean that one is either scared or pretending to be stupid.

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    They say you had the eye; they say you saw
    into people. They say you came before as shaman
    or bruja and returned as priestess; they say you were
    stonebreaker. But for me, you were a big sister
    feeling for a lonely brother with no language
    to lament, and you gave me more days, and
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    Grace, Bambara; they could have called you that.

  • Stroller (A Screenplay) Black families and community

    Roxana Walker-Canton: Natalie sits in her own seat in front of her mother and looks out the window. Mostly WHITE PEOPLE get on and off the bus now. The bus rides through a neighborhood of single family homes. A BLACK WOMAN with TWO WHITE CHILDREN get on the bus. Natalie stares at the children.

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