Tamiko Beyer
“You had the same scars that I had”
A little while ago, I blogged about the prison industrial complex, about imagining a world without prisons, and about the importance of engaging in such creative acts. Earlier this month, inmates from several prisons (six to ten, according to different…
Expanding My Bookshelf
Last week, I wrote that there are no easy answers or solutions to the problem of the underrepresentation of writers of color in the publishing industry. As small step towards a solution, LaToya Jordan at The Rumpus suggests, might be…
The Color of Publishing
I’ve been reading Roxane Gay’s recent posts this week on HTML Giant about race and the publishing industry. The first describes the “profound sense of absence” she felt when reading this year’s Best American Short Stories, where “[a]lmost every story…
Marking Passages ??? Transitions, The Internet, and Ritual
Last week, my partner of six years and I went to the City Clerk’s office to sign a piece of paper, registering with the city that we have what they term a “domestic partnership.” We did it for the insurance:…
Difficult Bodies: Duriel E. Harris’s Amnesiac
I’ve been reading Duriel E. Harris’s Amnesiac these last few weeks. And maybe because I’m recovering from a bout of some flu-like illness, when I returned to the book this morning I found myself noticing how the body dominates the…
