By Mirusha Yogarajah Watching the show Master of None inscribed a sense of self-worth in me. My identity was relevant enough to be represented...
By Natasha Chanto I am nothing like the girls advertised in by the media. I am 5’1”, I weigh 125 pounds, my breasts are...
By Sarena Tien You slide the bracelet over your hand, expecting it to fall straight down your forearm. “Hey,” you say to your friend,...
By Julie Winterich If you find this title ugly, you’re right. It’s jarring and upsetting. So is sexual violence. I’m a professor of sociology...
By Judy Leigh She will need new shoes. She looks at her feet, the sore feet, the feet that danced all night. The feet...
By Taylor Bak I will write these poems until I prove you wrong, I will write these poems even if they’re a “waste...
By Keisha Blain Adelaide Casely Hayford was, as she once described herself, a “race woman through and through.” Like Ida B. Wells, Mary McLeod Bethune, Una Marson, and...
This online gathering represents a tiny sampling of all those whose lives have been influenced, impacted, ignited, and inspired by June Jordan’s relentless and fiercely...
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.
By Alexis De Veaux Conjuring I do not meet June Jordan. I encounter her. The way one encounters what one cannot see- force, cosmic energy,...
In 1984, just before I began journalism school at Columbia University, fate delivered me to the then-Brooklyn home of June Jordan.
words run deep, trickling through layers of Israeli propaganda and lies spoonfed to American audiences of CNN and FOX News. She wove truth...
Jordan turned the most gruesome horrors in our world—the world of Arab isolation and unabated imperial violence--into searing poems and essays that spoke to...
Black feminist poet warrior scholar June Jordan traveled with me from my apartment in Bedstuy (or Bedford-Stuyvesant as she named the urban neighborhood in Brooklyn...
By Alexis Pauline Gumbs Not many people are turning to black feminist texts from the 1970s as their major strategy for addressing the current climate...
And now, I hung on to June Jordan’s every word. I watched her on screen in Pratibha Parmar’s A Place of Rage. Her words were...
By Martina “Mick” Powell for June Jordan this is how i learn it: her black and in cropped cut and singsong her in a summer water, the florida of it...
june's voice was a stranger in my mouth. she did not equivocate or dissemble; she did not hide her meaning in metaphor; she did not...