Shade Literary Arts

I. I wonder if my locs look like roots, my skin - cocoa, pinto, or coffee. I am painting blue the nails she begged me to file short. Of...

It doesn’t matter where you land an oil spill for a road. All the wrong colors to lend a breath on land you never felt your own. Remember...

1. pass her your breasts like river rocks, but don’t let her return them 2. your body stores its own collapse. Remember this. Remember...

ROUNDTHEWAY Overcast in the shadow of the capitol, the city is a lead song sent up all night through populated air, capone smoke. A...

NIGHT When in love I melt into yellow, blend in with every light to become the most luminous apparition. You've come disguised, hair...

HEAD OF MEDUSA as the reedy sonata of squelch and blade-spun air cinched its coda like a drawstring sack around us I did not dodge...

i. Take off all your clothes. Let every pore whistle for a moment think of warmth. Think of that dull thud of your heart underwater, like...

what are you? i am transcendent/i am more than woman/or nation/or survivor/i defy definition/i am not yours to name/i belong to myself...

broken-skin hymn for the half-salvaged in your classic // white // triple xl t, // timberland work boots // & nothing else, i drop // to...

I have become struck with sadness in more ways than one. From the slaughter of black and brown bodies to the mistreatment of marginalized...