RM220

<p>Room 220 Literary Archive: includes essays, reviews, poetry and prose published by Antenna’s RM220 as well as literary events around town.</p>

What I Heard

[vc_row][vc_column][vc_column_text] What I Heard I heard my son William and my students who have Autism crying out in fear, trying to find the right words to match the pictures in their heads, to match the confusion of what was happening to their bodies, to explain what neurotypical Black men cannot explain in these situations “I What I Heard

You’re Welcome

You’ll say these boys was a victim of the culture. That they was done in by music, movies, TV. You’ll call it senseless. You weren’t there. You couldn’t smell the electric air as them big dark clouds piled up in the sky along battle lines drawn by God Hisself. You couldn’t see the nervous look You’re Welcome

Three Poems by Kelly Harris

Solidarity Capitalism 1. If solidarity meantour freedomall liveswould be written in bullet bloodbreath would be more thanbrand. 2. We stand with you—now here’s 20% offour next bullshit. 3.Mega whitepreachers:All green blessings matter,Amen? 4.Need Black writersand people of colorto create the clicksneeded for cash. 5.Juneteenth—a new paid holidayto market freedomto consumers whowant a not racist coupon. Three Poems by Kelly Harris

Free the Work:

Reflection on a Desire for a People’s Literature By Kristina Kay Robinson Today, Black Americans again find themselves in the crosshairs. The target of America’s militarized police–our deaths the crux of the country’s media machine. The abysmal statistics cited in a recent audit of diversity in publishing by Lee & Low Books and painfully revelatory Free the Work:

Our City of Perpetual Disaster?

We all know the story, like the intro sequence of a self-serious, binge-worthy TV drama. New Orleans is your lovable, but unfortunate friend. The city who can’t seem to get our act together. We suffer disaster after avoidable disaster. If only the right people cared at the right time. If only we were different than Our City of Perpetual Disaster?