“Last night, she reminded you she was / Easter spring resurrected; standing right-hand to God to always Be. “
“We be black. / From us comes all light.”
“I was still too smart / I still read too many books / But brother I could dance”
The fifth entry in Sula Journals by poet Nicole Shanté White on the toxicity of social media and relearning self-love.
A visual journal, playlist and short poem by Angel P.
A four-part prose piece about love, nature, and memory.
A short narrative based off of the writer’s constant struggle in terms of their self identity and their hatred for this question.
A personal essay on the various aspects of the power of black sisterhood.
“they saw me shed snow like typewritten truths– / when I called myself an island girl they didn’t know / I meant Asia. they didn’t know I bled green”
“Even when River was as thin as could be without disappearing, she still blamed herself. But River was thin and empty, barely a crack in the Earth. And so, River blamed the earth she lay in because she had nothing else to blame.”