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Major Jackson

Major Jackson is the recipient of a Guggenheim Fellowship, among other honors. He teaches at the University of Vermont and is the poetry editor of the Harvard Review. His latest book of poems is Roll Deep (Norton, 2015). His first book, Leaving Saturn (Georgia, 2002), was a finalist for the National Book Critics Circle Award. Each of his last two collections, Hoops (Norton, 2006) and Holding Company (Norton, 2010), was a finalist for the NAACP Image Award for poetry. 

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The Royal Mara

Winter 2012 | Poetry

The UNHCR Somali driver speeds by a small herd
of white cattle prodded along by a desert farmer.
rust-colored dust in its wake clouds barbed-

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Against Apathy

Winter 2012 | Poetry

In the placid lean of an arid summer, in the lingering
snarl of pit latrines, the sharp barbs of the acacia,
in the opaque eyes of the girl whose fingers frenzy

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Return

Winter 2012 | Poetry

They told you that their enemies surrounded
the women, the countless rapes fifteen miles
from the border, even on the outskirts around

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The Dadaab Suite

Winter 2012 | Essays

Just as the World Food Program charter plane en route to Nairobi sped along the dirt airstrip to its lifting speed and began its ascent, I looked down at the sprawl of white tents and clusters of globular huts below where I had just spent a life-altering three days and vowed never to write about the experience of visiting the Dadaab Refugee Camp. Instead, I would content myself with making occasional trips to volunteer, and until then and meanwhile, help raise awareness about the oldest and largest UN administered refugee camp in the world. (Is it coincidental that this camp is also in Africa, the most historically neglected continent on earth?)