Most literary presses fade away when the founder leaves, so I cannot tell you how much it thrills me that AHP continues into the second generation.
I have come to think of blackness as my twin. The proof is that we came along at the same time: 1963, the year of my birth, also brought the … Continue reading →
For years, as an African-American, I sought to figure out my cultural identity. My manner and lifestyle went against what many think of as the way a “real” black person … Continue reading →
The tendency to mistreat one another, occasionally on a horrifyingly large scale, appears to run deep in the human makeup. Our technological progress routinely laps its moral counterpart, if, in … Continue reading →