“I won’t get started./history is what it is. It knows what it did”- Danez Smith I hate hot takes, and have tried to avoid the firing from the hip school of analysis for the length of this slow panic attack we have called a year. I am aware enough to know it’s not a hot… Continue reading How to Be a Black Boy in an MFA Program in Mississippi in (Trump’s America) The America You Have Always Known
Image: Janet Moore-Coll Outside the window of my apartment what should be Fall still wreaks of Summer, in the moment I am sure that there is a magic here in Mississippi by which nothing that should be dead is. This is of course, deeply untrue, but gratitude has a way of magnifying a moment until… Continue reading What The Kudzu Taught Me About Gratitude
We Ain’t Even ‘posed to Be (Here): The Brown Boy Considers Mississippi On His First Day Image: Visit Mississippi I swore we would not begin in history, but I am a remixer of promises where it suits me which is a pretty way of saying that I knew that was a lie when I swore… Continue reading Julian Randall Introduction (University of Mississippi ’19)
