The cadaver dogs downstairs are barking. As though making a sound will fix anything—any of this—I tell me, reflected in glass— Curdling a self into an imagined resuscitation of some politics is a joke not worth telling for no one to laugh at. Enter cadaver dog. Outside, the magnolias bloom their white petals pristine cups, … Sight & Sound ((I.) March)
Fiction by Meg Elison “Mom, I can’t move home. I love you and Dad, but it would crush my spirit. I’m fighting so hard to feel like an adult. Right. Right, I know. It’s only the last little bit of my rent. I swear to you I won’t ask again. Yes. Cross my heart.” There … Repossession
Blood Quantum is an indigenous zombie movie set on the Mi’kmaq Red Crow Reservation in Canada. It follows rez Police Chief, Traylor, (looking like the quintessential NDN warrior, all broad shoulders and braids) and his family, Joss (Traylor’s nurse ex-wife), Joseph (Good Son and father-to-be), and Lysol (the Bad Son), as they deal with a … All Blood and No Guts: Blood Quantum is a gory thrill-ride but lacks substance
When I first heard that Jordan Peele was producing a new Candyman, I talked to a good friend about it. I remember him mentioning that he hoped Tony Todd would take up the hook again, and I told him that wouldn’t work. “The perceived transgression that created him was against white sexual purity,” I said, … The Candyman Can
–For Mannie Fresh where the symbols of slavery drawn down to a blocking, would you sing here what it means to be priced, put cash money on living, here in the clay by the river, better get money you can flash, yeah, built a city on the backbones, on the calcium deposit silt on the … Dirty South (uncut and distant)
It’s the middle of the week and Sharon gets a call from the interpreting agency she works for. Since the quarantine began, she has declined several jobs she has been offered, many of which take place in crowded hospitals where protective gear is scarce. Sharon doesn’t have to weigh the pros and cons to know … The By-products of Isolation
Poetry by Alex Jennings I I saw you standing by the hearth– Your buckled leather shoes The stern cut of your coat Colorless hair gathered back With ribbon. Spilled my morning Tea. I burned my own wrist. Cried Out in the dim of morning. And as The scripture says, “…And then he was … By Easter
Poetry by Cate Root Grief I cry for the quarters my friend lathered with soap and water. Imagine them set on a napkin. Imagine them drying in the sun. Imagine stacks of fresh laundry. Imagine that we could be clean. Imagine safe. I can’t come up with another image here. I am … Quarantine Poems
Fiction by Té V. Smith Heaven looks a lot lower after the world has blown up. Leaders scramble to direct fault. Religions that once boasted true and living gods are deadly silent. No one received a prophecy of warning. Well-made companies are failing. Governments are crumbling, and a young woman wrestles with a newness of … The Birds Will Tell You
New Orleans poet Nikki Mayeux shares daily art prompts to support the essential activity of creation When quarantine started, I knew I wanted to create a daily artistic practice in the way that you know you should probably drink some water before heading out to Krewe du Vieux. It’s a wise way to care for … Passwords for this Moment
