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