Category: conversations that happen in my head
Coded
I have met white women who pretend sincerity like her. Like her they work in race theory or the equity industrial complex, love animals, show up on paper and sometimes on foot for every liberal cause under the sun. But their interpersonal integrity often reflects their code. They make props of the people and causes on which their identities and livelihoods are formed.
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Storytime
This tale of two schools is not a metaphor; not symbol or parable. It is an example of how history is systemically erased in this country. While many complain that this is a new practice of the current administration, it's not. It's a tale as old as the history of the American project. Take only part of the story and you have rewritten it. It is no longer the same story.
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Relationship Goals: The Liberating Power of Intimacy in What We’ve Become
So-called Black love...necessarily invents itself against the backdrop of legal and extra-legal exploitation of Black people that could reasonably disrupt intimacy except that Black people make choices... for Black people intimacy is not painless and is one of the most profound yet mundane aspects of our lives.
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Bigger Than A Marathon
So, yes, I want(ed) to race again. But this is bigger than running a marathon. One of the things that truly sucks about living with a so-called rare disease like sarcoidosis is you're invisible even in the spaces that are designed to help you. In clinical environments, you are a question mark. There are so many presentations, you could be suffering from anything...or nothing. In the world, you don't "look sick." In research environments you do not take precedence.
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I call myself a professor, but…
The weight of our impact and the pressures it brings are familiar to me. So I hold Professor Davis in so much love and light. I hope she is being well supported. I hope we all are, in the quiet work that happens outside performance reviews and tenure packets; as we hope it will not be us but quietly accept the possibility and responsibility.
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I Am Trying To Write This Poem
So let me try this: I wanted just to say that I homed your fuckshit in my belly so long that I have fertilized a field and they are some of the most vibrant colors. They could be weeds. And facts: even weeds are useful sometimes.
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A Virtual Interview with darlene anita scott
Background
Thursday, July 14, 2022 7:15 p.m. to 9:00 p.m.
Event Registration: https://www.eventbrite.com/e/bookwoman-second-thursday-poetry-and-open-mic-featuring-darlene-anita-scott-tickets-350112464807
Feature darlene anita scott will be reading from her new collection,Marrow (University Press of Kentucky, 2022). Part of the New Poetry & Prose Series from University Press of Kentucky, Marrow honors those who perished in the Jonestown massacre of November 18, 1978 in the Guyanese settlement of the Peoples Temple Agricultural Project led by James “Jim” Jones.
darlene anita scott is co-editor of the anthology Revisiting the Elegy in the Black Lives Matter Era. Her poetry has been nominated for the Pushcart Prize and Best of the Net, and has appeared recently in Green Mountains Review, Pen + Brush, and Simple Machines.
The Interview
CH: Tell us a little about your journey as a writer. What is your first memory of poetry? When do you first remember being drawn to writing?
das: My…
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Who’s the Boss?
As hard as it’s become to love my body through the challenge heart failure imposes on it (and if I’m honest before h.f.), I absolutely don’t not-love her. I do worry that she will up and leave me altogether. The truth is, our relationship will end because all bodies end. It’s no secret that all of them are fallible and impermanent despite the corporatizing of them that says we can make them otherwise.
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Who’s Loving You
We have a social contract in which our measuring stick for harm is familiarity and this contract puts us all at risk. Communities divest from perceived offenders (part of the premise of prisons) until and unless we perceive the offenders, not as offenders but as homies and relatives; dates or partners; familiars. Though they may have harmed or admitted to harming or being party to harm, to call them out is disruptive or shameful to the community unit, so we don’t name them offenders and absorb the harm, effectively normalizing it.
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