Barbuda Brimstone Babies
Babylon bombs kill us in our boats, starving Cubans, occupying Haiti, kidnapping a Venezuelan president and his wife.
Those Who Come in Peace
The hope was this was not what they feared it was, that it was just a bout of indigestion, something he ate in the lalo leaves the night before, the grease it cooked in having sat too long in the plastic jugs in the Haitian heat.
Bound in Rage and Terror
we in the Caribbean know these words/occupation, colonialism, genocide/we know these atrocities, bound in rage & terror.
Responding from the Hills
Caribbean Cinema Made by Women Against Imperial Forgetting.
Mouth of Machetes
& only a machete wielded as wand will do.
Mové San
I had been raised on stories of the Haitian Revolution and fortified by the mysticism and foods of my ancestors.
Reading “Village Weavers” in Japan
“What is it about grief, that it enters a space a fog and leaves it burdened?”
A Place for Theory: Finding Ceremony at the Black Feminisms Forum
From Haiti to Sudan, and from the DRC to Palestine, Black feminist gatherings, now more than ever, are orienting themselves around building worlds that attend varied harms that touch each of us across borders and across difference.
Tout Pour Plaire
J’ai été conditionné à être un objet.
Il fallait à tout prix appartenir à quelqu’un. Mon
quotidien consistait à faire le beau, en espérant qu’on
me remarque et qu’on me choisisse.