A few hours ago, I saw a public service ad online about doing something meaningful for September 11th, which, of course, was a horrible day in American history. So on this day, I’ve decided to […]
I’m concerned about Black women poets and since I’m a Black woman and a poet, sure, this is personal, but it’s not some beef, it’s some politics.
That first Cave Canem was the only time in my entire life where I felt truly loved and accepted by other Black people—or people, period. I was completely wrapped up in joy.