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roslindale
In this topography where convenience is sold en masse, past the carwash, and past the big rectangle-ish block of building that has a thrift shop where you got a yellow jacket that will brave a hurricane for an hour before succumbing, past the fastfood one where they messed up your order, or fastfood two that…
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ah yes, the moon in your eyes
I have seen the moonlight settle in your eyes – How else can my hands rub your face so, ingratiating themselves with your skin?How you beam like a full spirit stretching forth in the uncertaintyof darkness, of kindness, of darkkindness, of fear. When you move it is outworldly stringing, pulling me into your unceasing expanse, I latch…
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Gharama ya passpoti
“Mtoto wetu alikuwa huko… miaka kumi na mbili aliishi huko” “Haishi huko tena?” “Aaaaaaa, hata alikuwa keshakuwa raia. Passpoti anayo” “Na?” “Tikiti ya kuenda huko kusoma kalipa yeye. Tikiti ya kurudi nikalipa mwenyewe.” “Mmmm” “Huko alienda kusoma kama wewe tu. Kisha akaanza kazi. Lakini hata uwe raia, bado wewe huko ni mpitanjia. Hawakukubali.” “Aaa nadhani…
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Ćevapi
Nairobi – Now The restaurant was on the implicit border between the good part and the not-so-good part of the city. Its terrace naturally faced the good part, but on the other side, beyond the colourful paintings and the beige wall was a stinking alley and the government’s postal office, forlorn and faded, as if to prove that…
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our ugly half*
Have you ever set out to search for the missing half? …The half that’s misshapen. Ugly, itchy, heavy, abrasive. Awkward to the hand, gritty on the tongue, platypus of history – stage of how we got here that we’d all prefer to ignore. Have you ever feared what the missing half would reveal? Shailja Patel
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Wacha tuseme…
Sema wakati ukija wa kutafakari upana wa zilizo, walio, kuliko, vilivyo – utatuona na kufikiria: bahati iliyoje.
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and rememberings
a body is running in rain: between the hanging lines sparse with uniforms and garments that will find their way to new owners every week. A body is being rained on, young, years ago, in gumboots running from school to a mother’s warm tea.
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Jonestown explained – why and how?
In this essay, I will argue that phenomenology helps us better understand the religion of the People’s Temple and contributes to repositioning Jonestown’s place in American history by exploring the connection between the Peoples Temple and America’s history. Through phenomenology, the themes of American racial segregation and capitalistic structure are bared to reveal their significance…
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Believing
…and I felt my heart beat so loudly in my chest as if fear itself were an entity bent on devouring my incomprehension.