Stars curl in the shape / of a scorpion’s tail and sparrows / float like gold flecks over the fields. If it's true / death is just a portal through which to pass letters.
how many of you sitting here think some woman of color Black Brown Yellow White woke up this morning thinking “Goooolly … I can go to the airport and clean toilets?”
Somewhere on the internet you can find a photograph of Meshell Ndegeocello sporting a T-shirt emblazoned with the slogan, “Meshell Ndegeocello is a band.” The doubled meaning is perhaps obvious enough: She is herself a musical outfit and...
In the eerie, quiet week between Christmas and New Year’s 2021, halfway through a Fulbright to Hungary, I went to a medical clinic in Budapest to have a lump in my breast examined. I wasn’t too worried. I was young, it was probably a cyst...
