We meet across old and new diasporas, where the newer stories of intimacies forged away from the places we call home interrupt the failed and damaged intimacies of the places that claim us.
Re-thinking “African Homophobia”
Prison narratives are central to tracking modern genealogies of sexuality in Africa.
A Pause . A Swerve . An Invitation
to write into the silences and the excess and the crossing
The Third Year
I have no wisdom. Simply this breath. And the next.
Reading The Blue Clerk, 177
A ritual unfolds us.
Reading The Blue Clerk, 176
So much depends on the light.
Reading The Blue Clerk, 175
A house settles into its bones, and mine.
Reading The Blue Clerk, 174
Escape can feel like sweetness.
Reading The Blue Clerk, 173
Laughs at the distortion of ineloquence.