Restored footage reveals how a totem pole raising sparked a cultural rebirth.
Thus spoke the high-modernist architect Mies van der Rohe in the middle of the twentieth century. Nothing since then has refuted his remark. If anything, a good deal more fuel … Continue reading →
Adorabull and Moonicorn
(who has a single eye and horn)
are two among the gentle crew
who – for a price – will lie with you.
…a study of the process involved in making ideas come to life – told through a tour of David’s world alongside the characters that live within it.
…they watched television or surfed around the Internet for news about what was going on in Palestine. There had been a lot of fighting—a lot of bombed out buildings. One website told about the attack at the School where Hanna’s little brother was killed, and she was probably dealing with that while Emma was news surfing.
Revisiting a significant yet overlooked piece of the past, Hasan Kwame Jeffries emphasizes the need to weave historical context, no matter how painful, into our understanding of modern society — so we can disrupt the continuum of inequality massively affecting marginalized communities.
Racialized capitalism trains us to expect that some people fall through the cracks into unjust suffering; our cultural individualism tells us this is acceptable, as long as we aren’t the ones at the bottom.
Warhol wasn’t the only one who loved
those Fire Island boys; marble statues
cloaked in sand, whipped by pleasure’s
summer storms.
What if the numerous investigations into Trump, all of which he claims are witch hunts, were literal witch hunts, and thus governed under the time-honored draconian standards that history dictates?
A-bomb is how it begins with a big bang on page
one, a calculator of sorts whose centrifuge
begets bedouin, bamboozle, breakdance, and berserk,
one of my mother’s favorite words, hard knock
clerk of clichés that she is
The Shahmaran is a mythical creature, half snake and half woman. The first human she encounters is a young man named Camasb who gets stuck in her cave after he tries to steal honey.
Who wouldn’t love a story about badass vigilante nuns and the end of the world?
I find myself experiencing three versions of that ultimate story: that of my own fall; that of my country; and that of an increasingly overheating planet as a habitable place for us all.
I’m drawn to the window where the hummingbirds
come; the shrill sound of wings precedes them;
then they hover at the red sugar water,
feeding before they’re gone.