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Issue 9
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ancestors thrum inside my throat:
(sing it out sing that pain up out of you speak your piece with fervor let it all spill out over your tongue and pass it through your teeth ROAR) ancestors create a cradle for my heart: (you were lost now you are found you may feel your feelings here you are dark like magic and as full as the ocean and you need not PERMISSION) |
RIEL FUQUA won 1st Place of the Poetry Writing Contest. They are a creative artist of many trades, each of them centering around the communicative art of storytelling. Much of Riel’s work focuses on the mosaic of experiences they have had as a Black, queer person residing in the deep south, including navigating interpersonal relationships, sentiments both big and small, childhood memories, the nostalgia for a reality before COVID-19, and the zest of Black, non-binary joy.
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