Elegy is the séance we hold as we pray for a visitation from the ones we have lost. We invite them to haunt us. We sing to them, and listen for song in return.
Read MoreI was praying the only way I knew how. I was trying to build a boat, to take me through the waves of grief on your street, right up to your door.
Read MoreThis collection was born out of the search for something bigger than the silence & static. On Friday, I think we came close to finding it.
Read MoreI am at a point in my life where the question most on my mind isn’t what am I asking from a place, but rather what I owe a place I have made a home.
Read MoreBy 2020, Waiting for Frank Ocean in Cairo had become a kind of phantom; a project that haunted me, yet whose future seemed illusive.
Read MoreWhen a poem reaches its most potent limits, I consider it reaching into the state of song.
Read MoreThe artist’s dictum “trust your materials” only started to make sense in collage, with strange fabrics and colors and patterns coalescing in startling meaning.
Read MoreBut for three minutes and 23 seconds, that magic stretch of a song where my poem lives as both love letter and record player, synaesthesia is more like a bridge.
Read MoreOur heroine keeps walking, and we follow, unseen ally, shadow of hope, anticipating the thrills and horrors lying in wait.
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