By Royce K. Freeman Critique of tradition happens in the tongue and cheek. It happens while the shadows tend to a bruised back,...
By Tria Andrews Maybe to you crime will always be black and white. Maybe because you’ve worked hard and have something to show for that work....
In 1982, Black Lesbian Feminist Poet and Scholar Cheryl Clarke wrote a letter to her fellow Black Feminist Poet June Jordan: “No there is nothing...
A review of Community Accountability: Emerging Movements to Transform Violence, a special issue of Social Justice: A Journal of Crime, Conflict & World Order (Vol 37, No. 4,...
By Tarfia Faizullah Aubade: Doctor’s Appointment In the longspun morning I go to return my body to itself to open it wide to hands...
By Amal Rana “how come you don’t cover your hair?” my breath punches out of me in one big gasp as I pretend not to hear...
From the series introduction: When I first met Natasha Trethewey she was a visiting fellow at Duke University’s Center for Documentary Studies and she said...
(Read Lesson 1 here.) From the series intro: When I first met Natasha Trethewey she was a visiting fellow at Duke University’s Center for Documentary...
By Kelsye Nelson The first ever VORTEXT event, Hedgebrook’s weekend retreat for women writers, began with Bastard out of Carolina author Dorothy Allison growling from...
This is part one of a three-part series celebrating the crucial lessons of the poetic body of work of United States Poet Laureate Natasha Trethewey....
Series Introduction: I am dancing and screaming with joy even more often than usual because Natasha Trethewey is our next US Poet Laureate! For those...
I grew up a child of divorced parents. My father was gone most of the time, and my mom did everything for me. She was...
By Anisha Dutt You & Me Body, stamped, ornate and pure. My body, your body. Sealed. Beliefs erect dry rivers. Words spark fire, smoldering...
By Tara Bynum and Alexis Pauline Gumbs From at least 1772 to 1779 Phillis Wheatley, the “first” published African American poet wrote letters to another...
You inspire me in too many directions. I am laughing onto pillows, gurgling spit into screen. Visions mangled between eyes, quicktongued foreign gazes,...
Trace an out line of bodies in places other than center dis/lodged from we. use chalk: it...
There was no rug on the floor and the old lady from downstairs would crawl up on her hands through the wood and show up...
Poetry of the Taliban, a soon-to-be-released collection of poetry written by Taliban fighters, faced a storm of criticism this past week. The book’s editors —...