As much as they sought to swallow the ghosts of history, their eyes remained curiously trained toward home.
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A Brief History of The Offing
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The Boy. The Black Man.
What I do remember is the lingering knowledge and horror that my Boyness, my masculinity couldn't protect me.
Anti-Elegy
Honey, my earth is merciful. You understand? / I call you mine not as ownership but because / you are a part of me.
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.”
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.
