A King Without A Kingdom

I am a King without a Kingdom, in a world with many masters, wrapped in the spoils of a jealous heart, and my people’s callous laughter. Trudging through a battlefield of broken dreams and compromise, indecision, my weapon of choice serves me well in ‘getting by.’ The chair from which I rule on high demands …

Last Seen: 26/9/2012, 8:28 am – by Levantine

I wrote this story on the memorial of my beloved one, Maya Naser, a journalist who was martyred on 26/9/2012, but I didn’t then have the courage or the strength to share it. Last seen:  26/9/2012 8:28 am That’s what is written on his WhatsApp profile, but for me he was last seen at 24/9/2012 …

A Trip to the Doctor

A Memoir by Al Poole, Part 1   The middle aged man took another look at his passenger and resolved to put what he knew were unreasonable thoughts out of his head. His job as a youth counselor at the local detention center was a blessing for a black man in Norfolk, Virginia in the …

Our Sameness

I’m a Moggie– or, at least, that’s what the world would call me if I was a cat. You might be more familiar or comfortable with other terms.  A domestic.  A half-breed.  A mutt.  A masala.  A mestizo.  Mixed race. Multi-ethnic.  Multi-cultural.  Of hyphenated blood. In many ways, nothing defines me more than this inability …

Tearing at the Fabric of Racism, Guest Post: Karuna Poole

Tearing at the Fabric of Racism by Karuna Poole Sreejit began his poem, A Couple of Brats, with the line “A political statement until they had us,” referring to the births of his sister and himself, kids with a white mother and a black father.  While I knew that line was true, at least to …