Apr 20, 2018
Where skinny shoulder blades should have ended, they began, two shadows sprouting from the child’s back. Wings made of dust.
With Time Their Wings Fade
What does it mean to experience a history of trauma and blood in ephemeralities, in residue?
A homecoming could happen across many continents. It was not a physical place, but a family’s embrace.
“I usually emphasize that I am a hapa author,” says Kahakauwila. “It’s a political move.”
For three centuries, the ghazal has been the most prestigious and popular genre of Urdu poetry.
I’m not just advocating for a child whose challenges don’t follow a script. I’m also a black mother advocating for my black son in a room full of people who don’t look like us.
“Utopian communities are inherently tragic because they are always, every single time, doomed to failure.”
