On Kara Walker’s Fons Americanus: A Black Femme Perspective on European Art

“Did you know that you can’t kill any of the swans?” Ronny exclaimed. Alexis and I looked at Ronny with confusion, it was a weird fact to proclaim as we made our way through St. James’ Park. The swans, viciously beautiful and unperturbed by the presence of so many people, were the last thing that…

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reclamation

1 at the gynecologist’s office she says  there is a poison circulating through my blood   says its chasing the embryonic versions of my existence like a minotaur in a labyrinth   i walk home below dirty rainbows whirling in the dead-end of my womanhood   sleep for endless hours dream in blue-shaded parables  …

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