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?”
The Transnational Politics of June Jordan
“June Jordan was uninterested in poetry and writing as a form of escapism; she was using it as a specific political tool — exemplified in ‘Poem about My Rights.’” — monaye johnson
What Can Story Do?
I’m not a scientist nor a politician, but, climate change is real and writing is how I process life.
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.
original sin - 09/10/23
There was once a girl whose father had heavy hands,
Now all the heavy hands in the world couldn't hurt her, move her, sway her.
My heart holds on
Witnessing the Palestinian genocide on this large a scale and remembering that this is how they see all of us . . . .
What will happen when we become useless to Western interests?
There is liberation in the groundswell
Not only are we the waves, but
we are the storm itself.
It is we who have storm winds spinning in our lungs
It is we who have salt stinging our eyes
It is we who have choppy seas nauseating our bellies.
It is we who are coming for those who think
their peace matters more
their peace requires violence
their violence is justified
their violence is the only one justified.
An Ode to You
An Ode to You is a three-part series of the metamorphosis of allowing the hidden feelings of my inner child to be set free, be present, and queer.
The Clean Up
The apartment will feel like you are being suffocated….
West Indian parenting style…
One of the prominent themes from many of the stories shared by the West Indian women who participated was about traumatic childhood experiences and their process to heal on their own.
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.