A note from our Founder & Editor in Chief
-
“I want to write stories that flow like rivers”: In conversation with F. S. Yousaf
F. S. Yousaf has come a long way. Having first started writing in 2013, he began posting his poetry online in 2015, leading him to publish three books of poems. His second book, “Sincerely”, was a powerful declaration of love to his then-fiancé that reached and captured the hearts of thousands of readers. His upcoming Read more
-
Goodbye, Arch: Sharing Sorrow
South Africa lost a much-loved leader in Nobel Peace laureate and Archbishop Emeritus of Cape Town, Desmond Tutu, in December 2021. A kind and principled man and the moral compass for our country both during apartheid and after democracy in 1994, he fought vociferously to bring about change. He was an avid campaigner for international Read more
-
Blackness, Belonging, and Mental Health: A Book Review
Disclaimer: This review may contain spoilers for ‘Maybe I Don’t Belong Here: A Memoir of Race, Identity, Breakdown and Recovery’ by David Harewood (Bluebird Books). . . . MAYBE I DON’T BELONG HERE, the black-and-yellow poster on the wall of the subway in London shouted to me, on a visit last September. As a South Read more
-
What Really Happened During the Minneapolis Riots: My Southside Resistance
I vividly remember Mr. Floyd’s murder. The killing that would completely shift my perception of my city, the killing that would cause my childhood landmarks to go up in flames. I remember reading the headlines reporting that yet another innocent Black man had been murdered by the hands of the police. I was disgusted by Read more
-
Orange Bites
I sink my teeth into the skin of an orange child blossoming from the furtive beginnings of youth, hissing as ocherous juice spurts into my eyes, a vengeance siphoned from the soft muscle I pulled apart. In that moment of blindness, I can see Spring looming over my seated form, spouting nonsense about the child Read more
-
My father
Featured Artwork: ‘Hand Studies Charcoal’ by Matt Mozgiel is meticulous lithe fingers cupping my cheeks toned from a thousand hours in latex gloves quivering with concentration and intent working tirelessly to come home to his daughter who’d barrel into his fatigued arms and the exhaustion would evaporate is gentle a sleeve darkened with a Read more
