Liz Jackson has invited us to ‘Make Your Own ATLAH” signs. These are mine.  You can too: http://www.thegirlwiththepurplecane.com/2014/08/16/make-atlah-sign/

Liz Jackson has invited us to ‘Make Your Own ATLAH” signs. These are mine.  You can too: http://www.thegirlwiththepurplecane.com/2014/08/16/make-atlah-sign/

The First Person Plural Season Premiere. Mark your calendar. You now have plans for Sep 30 2014.

The First Person Plural Season Premiere. Mark your calendar. You now have plans for Sep 30 2014.

#NMOS14: Tonight, Nationwide Vigils Will Honor Victims of Police Brutality

Harlem. Tonight. 123rd and Morningside. 7pm.  

At Night I Dream of Riot Police

I had a dream one night while lying in my Harlem bed.  I didn’t wake up in sweat but the story felt saturated through me. I felt as afraid and sad as if I were now in the afterlife, reviewing the last moments of my life.  I stood on a city rooftop, the kind used for bars, swimming pools, or for sleeping if you’re homeless, but on this night I’d found myself there, as you’ll find yourself in dreams, suddenly someplace with no seeming connection to the previous scene. Before I could orientate myself the soldiers came flooding towards me.  Police officers, dressed in riot gear, faces covered, and one man has his gun pointed at me.  I am not a criminal, I am not a soldier, I am only there on the roof as a person, as me, but he is running towards me gun pointed at my chest, and my chest is tight as a drum because there is nothing more aggressive than having a loaded weapon pointed at you, nothing as aggressive as this until he pulls the trigger and discharges. And I am awake and I am no longer on that roof.  If the roof is what they wanted, the roof is what they have.  But I am awake now and I live.  I am awake now and I tell you this story.  When I dream of dying the killer is a faceless aggressor.  If he is a protector, his care is not for me.
photograph by Whitney Curtis

At Night I Dream of Riot Police

I had a dream one night while lying in my Harlem bed.  I didn’t wake up in sweat but the story felt saturated through me. I felt as afraid and sad as if I were now in the afterlife, reviewing the last moments of my life.  I stood on a city rooftop, the kind used for bars, swimming pools, or for sleeping if you’re homeless, but on this night I’d found myself there, as you’ll find yourself in dreams, suddenly someplace with no seeming connection to the previous scene. Before I could orientate myself the soldiers came flooding towards me.  Police officers, dressed in riot gear, faces covered, and one man has his gun pointed at me.  I am not a criminal, I am not a soldier, I am only there on the roof as a person, as me, but he is running towards me gun pointed at my chest, and my chest is tight as a drum because there is nothing more aggressive than having a loaded weapon pointed at you, nothing as aggressive as this until he pulls the trigger and discharges. And I am awake and I am no longer on that roof.  If the roof is what they wanted, the roof is what they have.  But I am awake now and I live.  I am awake now and I tell you this story.  When I dream of dying the killer is a faceless aggressor.  If he is a protector, his care is not for me.

photograph by Whitney Curtis

Episode 12: Morgan Parker & Stacy Parker Le Melle

catapultreads:

Today we’ve got two writers with poetry and an essay from Apogee Journal’s new issue. Apogee

is a literary journal specializing in art and literature that engage with issues of identity politics: race, gender, sexuality, class, and hyphenated identities. We currently produce an annual issue…

Marquee at Maysles Cinema before “No Time for Hate”.

Marquee at Maysles Cinema before “No Time for Hate”.

Come on out.  Thanks to Apogee Journal for using my photograph, and inviting me to read.

Come on out.  Thanks to Apogee Journal for using my photograph, and inviting me to read.

Trigger Warning | Apogee Journal

A short essay on the Apogee Journal website.  Free will, violence, Chris Brown, Rihanna, you, me, the NYPost…

At the Los Angeles police station, photos were taken.  A few days later, a shot that looked like a mug shot though it’s the victim, the battered woman, appeared on Internet sites, on television screens, on tabloid cover pages.  Rihanna, her face bruised, in that terrible yellowed lighting.  A picture leaked to the press by police officers.  Women police officers, according to later media reports….”

So happy to have an essay in Issue III.  You should come to the Apogee Journal launch party at Shrine on May 29th.  Love this cover photo by Rachel Eliza Griffiths.

So happy to have an essay in Issue III.  You should come to the Apogee Journal launch party at Shrine on May 29th.  Love this cover photo by Rachel Eliza Griffiths.

Come join us on Tues, May 20th.  Buy tix here: http://harlemagainstviolencehomophobia.mydagsite.com/home

Come join us on Tues, May 20th.  Buy tix here: http://harlemagainstviolencehomophobia.mydagsite.com/home