From April, 2015

Johnny Was: An Examination of Black Grief

Song: Johnny Was Artist: Bob Marley and The Wailers Album: Rastaman Vibration Writer: Bob Marley, credited to Rita Marley Released: April 30, 1976, Island Records. Tuff Gong.  (album) Woman hold her head and cry. As her son had been shot down in the street and died just because of the system. 2015 is littered with murders of black men, women and children at the hands of law enforcement and white vigilantes. Rather, there is more media coverage of said murders. These incidents birthed a new era of protest and activism against harsh policing, particularly against black and brown communities in the United…

Big Sant (MFxOG)

Big Sant. Smithe’s Old Bar. Atlanta, Georgia. 2014. Name: Big Sant Hometown: Meridian, Mississippi Age: 31 Age You First Fell in Love: 15 Love Is: Ah. Love is, (laughs), I don’t know love is, I don’t know. Love is putting whatever you got- love is putting whatever it is above you. Above your own. .…

Amaris Diaz

    I was lucky to catch poet Amaris Diaz, as she was in Baton Rouge for a reading. Of course I had to speak with her about love! Read our conversation below and check out some of her work here.  Name: Amaris Diaz Hometown: San Antonio, Texas Age: 20 Age You First Fell in Love: 19 Love Is: Love is love (laughs). Um, I would say in a sentence love is- let me not overthink this. Love is two people or more people accepting each other and offering affirmation for whatever someone wants to be. Amaris: The first time I…

Love Poems: if this is goodbye

he says: ‘if this is goodbye let me leave you with this’ and goes on to speak in metaphors and riddles about games and how he is merely a player he’s just here so he doesn’t get fined i sit in silence and listen as he explains that even in love he does not play to win he thinks i play to win because i love him as if that is not the point of it all as if i do not see myself in him as if i was not born to a motherless father so i know what…

love poems: emotional selectivity

i get it everyone you’ve loved has left you your deep eyes have seen the dark shadows of death as they sweep through corners of the bay you steel yourself to those who want to stay because you have not met anyone who does not leave people come and go as do the sun and moon this is life circular moments you are roaming the earth to find the thing that is calling you perhaps it is your soul asking for your return you have not written letters home and it misses you know that as you roam if with…