My past, / is a testament beyond erasure, beyond myth / or narrative revisioned.
-Airea Dee Matthews
For the penultimate issue of our Omens volume, we invited Laylah Amatullah Barrayn, cofounder of MFON: Women Photographers of the African Diaspora, and Philadelphia Poet Laureate Airea Dee Matthews to produce an ekphrastic collaboration around a focal point of their choosing.
The Recurring Dream of the Water Mothers is a meditative ten-part series that weaves mythic portraiture and epic poetry to visit with the water spirits of the African diaspora and transmit their healing properties to the living wounds of captivity, displacement, slavery – wounds that have defined the limits and possibilities of selfhood in America. In defiance to the policies and politics of “progress,” Barrayn and Matthews insist on a visual and lyric incantation of preservation, resilience, and transformation, refusing to separate pain from ecstasy, revolt from tenderness, death from return, then from now. They do so in a time of escalating book bans that disproportionately target queer authors and authors of color; of denial and distortion of Black history led by a presidential hopeful; and a malignant reactionary movement to silence critical discussions of race, particularly for new and future generations, in the United States.
This special series is being released two parts at a time, and we encourage readers to check in daily for the next five days to experience its full narrative, political, and emotional arc. We also invite you to join Adi in conversation with the artists at the Brooklyn Book Festival on September 30, 2023.
-Cynthia Dewi Oka, Editor-in-Chief
In this Issue
The Recurring Dream of the Water Mothers (X)
In this / metaphysic, not one of us dies from want / or lack / or saving / or flight...
The Recurring Dream of the Water Mothers (IX)
I would often be stricken silent until I traced / My blood gaps...
The Recurring Dream of the Water Mothers (VIII)
Hunger hungers still. We, / resurrected, warm under / a familiar flame...
The Recurring Dream of the Water Mothers (VII)
There is no terror, at least, / of unknown, glottal tongues.
The Recurring Dream of the Water Mothers (VI)
Epigenetic rage is an avowed, / deserved grievance. But to what / end?
The Recurring Dream of the Water Mothers (V)
We / abandoned earth with dignity, severed / our ties and breathed in salt.
The Recurring Dream of the Water Mothers (IV)
...Elements / existing where they aren’t supposed / to be—their wills explosive revolution.
The Recurring Dream of the Water Mothers (III)
...a small gap, a bridge— / an invitation to some unwrinkled past—
The Recurring Dream of the Water Mothers (II)
...the sea swallows / itself whole. Breaking the weight of us all...
The Recurring Dream of the Water Mothers (I)
Water holds danger, epigenetic memory, / & I refuse the murky, shallow currents.