July 16, 2020
Adapted from “Statistics” by Jim Waters
I’m tired of listening to sun-shine talk.
This wretched intimacy with the obscure black,
Your gardens are burning;
And still, we run, damn near set to fly.
Let the black mother killers,
The high intellectuals,
And their ilk. . . .
Crawl with bent backs over bloody streets
For. . . . forever. . . . long. . . . years or more;
And to the beat and drum of the system,
“I sell pussy to get money, so I can feed me and my family,
So I can sell pussy and get money.”. . .
Then, maybe, they will understand
Why their great halls are empty,
And city girls die for feminism
May 6, 2020
The Rap Scholars Season III is coming soon! Click below to learn more. Art by SimpleSoul Art aka Natalie Burke @simplesoulart
April 1, 2020
I was so grateful for the opportunity to photograph, Yolanda Watson for her new single “No Cap”. This song is something we all need. A little reflection.
Click to listen.
March 23, 2020
March 22, 2020
I hope we can all survive this terrible.
March 9, 2020
February 24, 2020
Now this: Trap Queens
February 19, 2020
I was interviewed for Critical Bounds last month by my dear friend and Helen Gurley Brown Magic Grant recipient, Nicole Bearden. This 2nd segment of the podcast deals with the connections between contemporary spiritual practice and artistic practices. You can listen to our conversation below.
February 18, 2020
February 13, 2020
February 3, 2020
January 29, 2020
BLACK WOMEN ARE NOT HOMES.
BUT SPECTORS OF DEATH ROAM (FREEDOM) AND LOCUSTS EAT ANCIENT RUINS AND FLEE LIKE GHOSTS.
January 17, 2020
Now I think about pleasure and the memories we carry with us that give shape and contour to our survival. Now I think about staying on. Even when we are grief stricken and marked with villainous affect.
January 16, 2020
Take me to the Joy and Snook on Nostrand Ave. for Guyanese pastries so I know it’s real.
December 29, 2019
I’m a wretched cinephile, so of course I love Jim Jarmusch. Today I watched his 11th feature film, Paterson starring Adam Driver and Golshifteh Farahani. It was the perfect start to a lazy Sunday with Toni Morrison goth poet vibes.