A Brief History of The Offing

I urge you to serve our futures by always making time to read, to create first drafts, and to do the hard work of lovingly and critically revising.


a forest with a solid black silhouette overlaid, with images of galaxies inside the solid black coloring. underneath the silhouette it says "Juniper Leaves: The Otherwordly Tale of a Lonely Magical Black Girl"

This Vortex Leads to Magic

I imagine it’s what astronauts feel like in space, only we didn’t need oxygen tanks. We hovered before deep, black nothingness.

Getting Out Of “The Switch Up”

After they discovered Till’s unrecognizable body in the Tallahatchie River, Carolyn Bryant, the woman Till made a slight gesture toward, testified in court that Till grabbed and verbally harassed her in a grocery store, stating, “I was just scared to death.”

A layer of clouds with orange and purple sunset colors at the back

How We Hold The Dead

“If you dream it—” The Woman says to a no one, no one thing. And a no one, a nothing is a She that is no longer a body and no longer a name, but a vibration space.

photo of a black metal chair in a red room

Waiting Rooms

Feliks Garcia was working on this essay when he suddenly passed away on February 24, 2017.

a completely empty subway platform

Outta the way, Muslim

It’s what I am, undeniably. Brown skin, long clothes, hijab wound twice around my hair. In this moment, it is both fact and insult.

a valley with grass, trees, and a river with mountains

Apocalypse Logic

Two boston-tilixam asked the people in line behind me, “Is this the line to get in?” When they heard that it was, they went to the front of the line.