Familiar Traces
Directed by Izzy Mana and Enrico Bellenghi, Familiar Traces is a fashion film narrative which explores the internal pressure that second generation Black British youth face from a young age
Two Poems
“Saturday morning my hair meets this drain” and “Not a snow day” are two poems by Tawanda Mulalu that reckon with loving, existing, belonging, and all the gaps in between
Two Postcards
Two poems by Teresa Cherukara offer tiny, epistolary stories of love and travel in the UAE
Three Poems on Palestine
Abeer Alaloul’s collection of micro poems explores how Palestinians in the diaspora visualize their homeland
Haiku Series: Hearth
Continuing our haiku series with "hearth" a collection of poems about what it means to be home.
please see where the blood is darkest on my drawn brow
“the blood on my face diasporic / traveling down my cheek, a bumpy continent” - Kim Morales’ new poem evokes female violence and hints at the trauma of miscarriage.
HOME
“this will not be your diaspora poem: / we have enough milk & honey” – new in milk & vodka, Vamika Sinha writes on brown bodies and belonging.
what kind of city is florence?
“how to reconcile this heaven of art with the hell you read of in dante’s inferno / of corrupt florentines and popes who abused their office / how to see past the peeling paint / to demolished jewish quarters and feuding noblemen and the scorched poor and their burned-down houses” – new in invisible cities, Jamie Uy writes about her time in Italy.
The voice saying in French
Ruobing Sabrina Zhao wades through French philosophy, weaving her native Mandarin into this poem.
"Origins"
“this poem began in the belly of a fish in the south china sea” – Jamie Uy traces her roots and histories in this tumbling prose poem.
self-ish
“In a TV show, I’d be a supporting character you might feel conflicted about. I have spent too many moments of my life aspiring to be white” - inspired by Lyn Heijinian, Vamika Sinha prods at encapsulating identity in writing in this new prose poem.
My name, ምዕራፍ
Mhraf Worku's poem weaves Amharic and English in a personal reflection of self, cultural and national identity.
skinny jeans
baby grew up in freshman / homeroom / when the two white boys / from behind / called her curry-muncher...