Growing Up Black in “Whitetown” During the 1960s, Hampstead, NC
by Earl S. Braggs
At the intersection of black and white, fish and snakes, rural and city, poor and more poor, public and private, A Boy Named Boy names what it means to live out loud, Black, shamelessly declaring restorative witness as an act of resistance and the unflinching utterance of endurance. This memoir of race and survival croons and scrutinizes a sultry but sharp southern manner. —Jaki Shelton Green, North Carolina Poet Laureate and author of Feeding the Light
Pub Date: March 25th, 2021 |120 pages | ISBN: 978-1-7324369-8-5
A dynamic book of tanka poetry punctuated by short prose haibun reflections. Coming this Fall.
Lenard D. Moore’s poems are intimate, sensuous, transporting you to the moment, making you a willing voyeur. The landscape of the south sprinkled with its people is stark and sensual, taste the apple, feel the rain on your eyelid, walk into this journey. These are delicious poems you will read over and over again, each time experiencing new vibrations.
—Opal Palmer Adisa, author of It Begins with Tears and Caribbean Passion
Pub Date: September 2021|140 pages | ISBN: 978-1-7324369-9-2
The Big Pause (Parts Three & Four)
Drawing through the Pandemic by Line Maj Skuldbøl
“The Big Pause began as an act of catharsis in a time of crisis. Working on The Big Pause during my isolation made me less lonely; I felt I was conversing with others through my work. The process reminded me that art can create a space where we can meet and be known, in all our sorrow and longing and joy.” —Line Maj Skuldbøl
Line Maj Skuldbøl is a Danish graphic artist, visual storyteller, competitive kayaker, and professional digital designer. To see more of Line Maj's work, visit her website.
(Translated from the Danish by Misha Hoekstra)
Video about the making of the Big Pause, by Line Maj Skuldbøl
Andrea Clark Libin reading from, Orphan of the Moon. “A living, breathing, hybrid work unlike anything I've ever read—an orphan's notebook exhumed from the Moscow station and entrusted to your own red heart.” —Karen Russell