Monthly Archives: September 2022
Upon Realizing My Uncle is a Pedophile
After my best friend left, and we were in the clear, my uncle asked, “Is she good?” My friend was 15. I was 16. “Yeah, she’s good. She’s nice. . . Why?” I responded. “No,” he responded. “I mean, in … Continue reading
Ceremonies
She borrowed my only copy of Essex Hemphill’s “Ceremonies,” a poetry collection, selling for $250, out of print. The cover, with two shirtless black men, had a slight white slanted crease from left to right. Otherwise, the pages were intact. … Continue reading
Hurricane Malady #2
I could tell you about the wind and how it howled like a motherfucker in my ear with sweet mother tongue music, conjuring those that came before to protect from events soon to happen before me. But it didn’t start … Continue reading
Card Counting #1: Talking to the Ancestors
“I used to have a racist Chinese friend who changed his name to sound more European. . .”–Stephen Earley Jordan II Continue reading
A Poem for the Darth Vader in Black Boys
New poem by Stephen Earley Jordan II, author of “Gods Mourn Too” a collection of essays on writing, questions for thought. Continue reading
Calming the Natives 