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Prologue: Audre Lorde – Word and Action

February 18, 2014
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By Jewelle Gomez I’ve been thinking about Audre more than usual because I recently celebrated the 20th anniversary of the publication of my black, feminist, lesbian, vampire novel, The Gilda Stories. After Nancy Bereano, the book’s publisher, Audre shares a big responsibility for my novel’s existence. How a quote from one of her poems...
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Fiction Feature: “In the Manner of Water or Light” by Roxane Gay

November 6, 2013
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An excerpt from “In the Manner of Water or Light” By Roxane Gay   My mother was conceived in what would ever after be known as the Massacre River. The sharp smell of blood has followed her since. When she first moved to the United States, she read the dictionary from front to back....
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Fiction Feature: CORONA by Bushra Rehman

October 2, 2013
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Corona (and I’m not talking about the beer) Corona, Queens 1983 Corona, and I’m not talking about the beer. I’m talking about a little village perched under the number 7 train in Queens between Junction Boulevard and 111th Street. I’m talking about the Corona Ice King, Spaghetti Park, and P.S. 19. The Corona F....
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Fiction Flash: Lyssa in Limbo

September 18, 2013
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By Michelle Auerbach (Excerpt from The Third Kind of Horse)   I stared hard at Melody, at the blonde tips of her hair and I knew, without a doubt, that the moment someone tells her that I kissed a straight guy a wall will shut like those doors in Star Trek that slide open and...
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Fiction Feature: "Planets" by Kaitlyn Greenidge

July 31, 2013
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By Kaitlyn Greenidge   We the only girls who leave our walk. We the only girls that travel. All the other girls on our walk, they stay. They never move. They start out standing around in a group all together, but only so boys notice them. Those girls, they don’t move. They don’t leave...
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How to be Black in the Age of Obama, George Zimmerman, and Paula Deen: Notes from Summer, 2013

July 30, 2013
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  Welcome to the impossible future. White people are talking about race. Sometimes, they’ll even talk about racism. Some will say the word “racism” hesitantly, tentatively, as though it’s the name of an exotic food they’re not sure how to pronounce and are even less sure they’d like to taste. But they’ll say it....
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Django Unchained: A Critical Conversation Between Two Friends

December 31, 2012
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By David J. Leonard and Tamura A. Lomax There have been so many great discussions on Django Unchained, so many thoughtful and engaging articles, and even more critical engagements within social media.  We’ve seen everything from harsh critiques to high praise, and of course everything else in between.  The analyses, conversations and comments have all...
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Pageantry

December 17, 2012
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By Petrina Crockford The first summer our dads were in Afghanistan, our moms on the base got together and organized a parade and pageant. Streamers hung from the tree branches and blew in the breeze; balloons tied to the community mailbox batted against each other; in the center of the cul-de-sac at the end...
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“Black Spaghetti;” or, “Spaghetti al Nero di Seppia”

October 8, 2012
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By John Murillo B—- gasps into a waking death as the sun plagues the room with good-morning shade. Wordlessly, black flesh creaks upward, bending at its fulcrum, back arched backward, the silence of the unspoken pulling it up in a spectral embrace illuminated and shaded into a grotesque number two. A double possession captured...
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Excerpts from "Jumping the Jahru"

May 16, 2012
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By Nina Sharma Jones That Dress That dress?  It’s so heavy it could kill you.  It will cost as much as an SUV, shouldn’t run over you like one.  And in the future, no ganda bras.  You need to get a wonderful one.  Not better.  Yes, a wonder.  That’s it.  Now we are getting...
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  • Poem Suite: Silencing RasiqraRevulva-_3-4_Profile_;__Romancing_The_Own_;__Waning_Gibbou-glitch_headshot

    Elie Wiesel writes, “I swore never to be silent whenever and wherever human beings endure suffering and humiliation. We must always take sides. Neutrality helps the oppressor, never the victim. Silence encourages the tormentor, never the tormented.” Silence binds perpetrators and victims, creates a confederacy of secrets. Here, these women [...]

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    The Mountain   The mountain is really a series of itself. Deeper pockets of sky color float in its canyons. In certain seasons, it’s difficult to tell rock face from snowfall. The ridge line looks much sharper than it must, in actuality, be. When you climb, the summit is sometimes [...]

  • 3 poems by Arielle Greenberg Wormwood portrait LA

    Who I’d Like to Meet   I am on tiptoe scanning our tallest bookshelves for something to pack to read on the plane.  I am scanful, tippy-toed: a girl without boots.  I am shorty.  I want to read something great, as in literary, and beautiful and daring, and something hobnailed [...]