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Between us were hopes and dreams rooted in different places, splintering like broken glass in all directions.
What fungus shapes here, what / ever-widening lesion plants / into shapeless nights...
We asked our contributors for Adi's twentieth issue to share music that connected with their writing in some way!
Close your eyes / in a dark room / and choose / which dark to fear.
Most of my adult life was spent estranged from my father due to differences of political opinion, or as he once told me, “because I refused to obey.”
After your brother disappeared, sometimes you found yourself whispering wishes rather than questions.
Eating is a disorder. My whole life I’ve eaten too much or not enough or all the wrong things.
It has always been a failure of both imagination and of historical evidence, to only center Haiti in crisis.
You are reckoning, constantly, with the persistence of the past as it is actively being destroyed, this strange temporal struggle within minds and bodies that remember what is being denied.
When we completed a couple of murals, we realized that this movement had the potential to bring a lot of beauty and dialogue to a space that revolved around war.
We will open the day for you, and the night. We know that you are beneath the earth, or ash
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