I just don’t write super quickly about emotionally charged events anymore, because when I do, usually I say something stupid and hurt somebody’s feelings without meaning to. And it took me having a really deep, […]
I think the championing of the hoodie as a symbol of racial profiling is misguided.
Years ago, in graduate school, I was one of only three African Americans in my Master of Fine Arts creative writing program. That was in the fall; in the spring, one of us dropped out. […]
Seventeen, not even marked by a real mustache. If you look at the picture, he’s still slight. Maybe he was destined to grow tall with big bones, a man’s hearty flesh clinging to his frame, but […]
It’s not that I need to see heroes or doctors or lawyers or Tuskegee Airmen as opposed to drug dealers or absent fathers or crack addicted sex-workers–or maids.
Today is the birthday of W.E.B. DuBois!
Lucille Clifton is my absolute favorite poet in the world.
Here are links to download some of my favorite classic Black books for your sweetie on Valentine’s Day–for FREE!
The way Black poets think about black poetry has been reduced to how and why we represent racial issues. We will not call it service literature, but we do want it to serve.
Last year marked the 30h anniversary of the publication of This Bridge Called My Back, one of the most cited feminist texts by women of color.