Poetry
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Multitudes
By Sasha Alexander “ISLAN (WON’T YOU CELBRATE) ft. Lucille Clifton” – track created by Sasha Alexander. In August 2014 I was teaching and...
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A Love Note To CeCe McDonald
By Joshua Allen We got to know each other over late night walks in Brooklyn and early morning breakfasts comprised exclusively of cocktails. Even...
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Entanglement
By Che Gossett Entanglement: “the articulation of a theory is gathering place, sometimes a point of rest as the process rushes on, insisting that...
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– Luanda calling, Berlin burning – (Stop)
By WoMANtís RANDom Paris warning, London BrrreX -that’s it. I’ll go ahead after I got head. Abra accompanies this written piece with „Crybaby“. I have...
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Black, Trans, & Still Breathing
By KOKUMO it all started in a slave-ship the belly of a beast whose appetite your ancestors could neva’ satisfy but that didn’t...
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Take Me to the Water
By Amari Xolá Rasin Think about the consciousness and memory of water and how it mirrors our body and attachment to memory The waters...
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some call it a comeback
By SA Smythe some call it a comeback i just got back & already feel the need to time travel again. not the way that...
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Casting Prayers for Survival: Towards a Black Trans Theology
By J Mase III Who taught you how to pray? To conjure? To worship? To manifest? What was the context and intention? I was 11...
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A Black Trans Daughterhood of Story-Telling-Literacy
By Dora Santana When I was my own little girl in northern Brazil, a black mermaid lived in a water-well in our backyard. When my...
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America Taught Me How To Forget
By Jay-Marie Hill America Taught Me How To Forget america taught me how to forget my name my pain my stories my glories it’s...
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When Narrative Is The Dystopia
By Edxie Betts I preface this writing with a few questions and statements about knowledge in relation to how I feel about copyrights. I...
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Honoring Chef Yulanda
By Evolve Benton Chef Yulanda chef cooked the meals fed us bois confidence fed us bois freedom This is what black boi life...
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EMERGING FEMINISMS, You Did.
By Eunice Park You didn’t speak – but you did stare Smile right at me and bare A rock tumbling back and forth South...
