What is our responsibility as artists to reinvent or reimagine our world, our selves, our work in order to dismantle current systems and conventions and tastes that are at best, dated and stifling, and at worst a threat to real, lived lives? What role does re-imagination play in freedom?
He had that look to him. That swish…This was a space he targeted bc they dared welcome in his otherness
She Called it “White Woman Shit” On the morning of August 8th, I clicked on an Electric Literature essay that showed up on my FB timeline. The essay was written by a white woman who was attempting to own how she was complicit when confronted with racism. Imagine my surprise when I saw an …
One of our jobs as writers concerned with social justice will be protecting the rights of individuals to criticize and question institutions and their practices. A failure to do so will mean real suffering for the most vulnerable members of society.
Quenton Baker is a poet and educator from Seattle. His current focus is the fact of blackness in American society. He is a 2015-16 Made at Hugo House fellow and a two -time Pushcart Prize nominee. He is the author of This Glittering Republic (2016, Willow Books).
i want a do-over/a do-new
Devin Kelly earned his MFA from Sarah Lawrence College and co-hosts the Dead Rabbits Reading Series in New York City. He is the author of the collaborative chapbook with Melissa Smyth, This Cup of Absence (Anchor & Plume) and the forthcoming books, Blood on Blood (Unknown Press), and In This Quiet Church of Night, I Say Amen (ELJ Publications). He has been …
here are some ways i’ve been trying 2 read & make & read & make:
Nothing I write can make a white, womyn-born-womyn accept a trans lesbian of color, nor force a bigoted family to offer a decent Christmas to their queer child. Nothing I write will stop the rage of a bully who thinks trans women like me should die. Nothing I write will block the bullets flying in an Orlando nightclub. My best writing can’t even stop a Texas school from keeping a child out of the bathroom.
At this point, I am so tempted to protest, “until it does.”
the times cut their tails & will you recognize the sky when your eyes are closed
all of our ancestor’s/memories have already/been tattooed in our DNA/like the want for water,/the desire for a future/we are afraid to experience