Being in community with other survivors and expressing myself artistically has been critical in my healing journey. Community helps to end the stigma and shame...
We lift our voices to sing; we speak because we must, and we speak without shame, trepidation, or doubt that we have a right to...
In 1967, Agnes Martin left New York. She bounced around the country, landing in New Mexico where she built herself an adobe home. She would...
During our many long and painful conversations about this publication, we deliberately and intentionally considered the reasons why so many Black folks would choose to...
By Angela Kong “What’s your major?” They ask me. I pause. I always pause. I’ve never been the type to speak up in class....
By Malia Nahinu A painful existence— Confusing messages, Spoken to us as children in anger From protective mothers, “DO NOT WALK ALONE AT NIGHT.” Dresses...
By Sally Deskins “Not Everyone Gets to Be Pretty,” a photograph of the artist donning bloody, streaky red paint and a bulbous, red-and-pink hat,...
By Cherise Morris i. Perhaps this story starts in New Orleans, where I first felt the grace of place, on the corner of North Dorgenois...
________________________________________________________________________________ Jordan Durham holds an MFA in poetry from the University of Idaho where she was the 2015-16 Centrum Fellow. Her poems...
By Martina “Mick” Powell for KJ Morris and all the beautiful people we lost in Orlando, FL on June 12, 2016 & that...
“True liberation must come from within. I am a Black feminist lesbian who is a survivor of both incest/child sexual abuse and rape. What better...
By Antonia Randolph Introduction Caring for the black interior, or the inner life of black people, is necessary for political action and for the emotional...
By Holly Ryan Taken of the artist, by the artist, Cunt-a-loupe explores a woman’s individual sexuality as a pleasureful and empowering experience. The photograph is inspired...
Inspired by the work of June Jordan we have both offered artistic, sonic, and poetic meditations on June Jordan’s, A Poem about My Rights.
I think of that bawdy, drinking, version of June Jordan, the one laughing loudly and cussing. I can only hope that she would read my...
This article is brought to you courtesy of the Black Feminisms Forum Working Group of which Kimalee Phillip is a member. The Black Feminisms Forum...
As I was watching Camille A. Brown and her dancers in Brown’s latest work, Black Girl: Linguistic Play during a run through on Sunday...
By Chaya Babu The other day, I furiously penned a blog post after two simultaneous attacks that I am not the right kind of woman. I...