Nicolas Hyacinthe’s “Hard Edges & Soft Embraces”
Nicolas Hyacinthe is of two cultures, countries, and languages. Every day he straddles the vast chasm within these identities. His story isn’t unique of the Haitian diaspora, but his perspective is. Photography and film are bridges that allow him to navigate from his world to ours. Hard Edges & Soft Embraces is a multi-media meditation on returning home to Haiti… Read more →
Snapshots of the Haus of Glitter’s Practices, Performance, & Petition
We often forget the vitality of breath, of true togetherness, and conscious reflection, which is why The Haus of Glitter Dance Company’s “Decolonizing Creative Practice: Defensiveness Retreat” on March 18th, 2023 and March 25th, 2023 (in cooperation with The School of Embodied Praxis) came as a divine blessing. The Haus of Glitter Dance Company (based in Providence, RI) works, through… Read more →
Swell
There’s a cup of tea growing cold on the table between the two of them, and a puzzle. It’s 5:30 in the morning and the fog outside is growing, sinking, swelling. Inside, the walls of the cabin feel damp. The wood swells, walls creaking. Anne pulls the blanket closer, finds another piece, places it. Sips her tea. She looks at… Read more →
GOD
1. The only thing I heard this morning was the low murmuring of CNN France & the unmistakable sound of walls falling Woman: Am I making all of this clear enough for you? Man: No. Not exactly 2. On this floor there are not horses, but at least ten biological fathers. It’s only a matter of time before one of… Read more →
Doppler Effect
That summer, my younger brother and I biked a mile from our house to the railroad tracks every day, where we’d built a hidden fort between the boulders and slabs of rock, making a roof out of leafy branches. Only two boys in the neighborhood knew about our secret refuge, and the four of us squeezed into our cramped quarters,… Read more →
Dragon Blood Tears
Slowly, they tell me, my dark-bark worries grow umbrella-like not unlike dragon blood trees that shade the elephantine deserts of my insecurities. Calm, calm—then: flames climb up wooden ivory towers in a flash, intensely, and then all burnt out. After the ashes smolder, and the forest of my sensoria turns to dragon blood tears, bodies labor motionless for hours, sometimes… Read more →
My Gender
My gender can kick your gender’s ass. My gender is flicking wet dental floss at a wall and letting it stick. My gender is an edible at a theme park. My gender is every college you almost went to. My gender is a mint green condom, never used. My gender is donating her bras back to Goodwill. My gender is… Read more →
Gamer Theory
for Wark and Wittgenstein I have come to recognize my own long lost bodies hidden away from reach especially my feminine selves, wholly incomplete and abandoned but strong resilient and almost ready to play all the lost levels of public parity and pleasure always unsure though forever mourning the what ifs? and but whats? the fear of contempt and aversion,… Read more →
Seaside is the Flipside
I almost disappeared—got locked out of my hotellost my phone, and key.A man found my walletand me outside a shop,trying to discern street signslike I tried earlier to decodethe numbers on the elevator. I could never remember to press the star.I was in dreamtime and moment.I was the char of a good burger in a cider barI was the whiff… Read more →