Learning without anguish, Teaching without fear, Creating without limits
A polyphonic piece that traverses two centuries and an ocean, “Bijoux de Famille” (formerly, "Heirlooms") follows two parallel bloodlines—and their family treasures—in an episode that challenges what is, hints at what was, and imagines what could be. https://badblackademiquehome.files.wordpress.com/2021/09/bb-bijoux-de-famille.pdf "The Real Heirlooms" (Photos by Bad Blackadémique)
I’ve only dreamt thus far— Of the step beyond this, the limit of my understanding. of the taste of touch, of the scent of tenderness that punctuates timeless moments of embrace. I want to wake up. To finally feel it. All of it. From fleeting nudges to whispers below the ear to the seamless caress. …
One of my seminars from this week inspired the #RealTalk (in French: #ParlonsFranchement) that I do with my students every week (see featured photo). This week marks one FULL YEAR in some kind of/all kinds of lockdown & quarantine, as a result of Covid-19. I will never forget where I was/what I was doing/who I …
This paper, "Steppingstones: A Demonstration of Black Feminist, Literary Work on the Path to Public Scholarship," is an active work-in-progress. It was originally written in December 2020, with the goal of being presented at this conference, Disruptions and Eruptions (26-27 February 2021) and also as a final paper for a Black feminist and womanist theory …
https://badblackademiquehome.files.wordpress.com/2021/02/bbh-test-1.pdf This is an excerpt from the "Beauty and Black Hair" writing workshop that took place via ZOOM on 24 October 2020. Organized by the Dominican Writers Association and hosted/moderated by Ariana Brown (@arianathepoet). Prompts (in bold) by Ariana Brown and original responses (in italics) by BadBlackadémique.
While this is a standalone essay, it is also a response to Preaching to the Choir This is a story about labor. It is about the work that I do, the work that I should do, and the work that I do not want to do. This is a story about work that starts at birth …
I wish I could say I “found” this while finishing my run today, but it found me. I had seen something fluttering around, getting tossed back and forth along the edge of the highway about a block away, but I didn’t think too much of it. I had been struggling to get in formation with …
When things get difficult, I find myself wishing I could skip to the end. Not so far forward that I will have accomplished everything, because there would be no satisfaction in that. I want to fast-forward just enough, to the moment where I’ve broken the threshold of the last page, to where I have just …
"In loving memory... / of hugs, fellowship, breathing freely / of the unknown experiences that entail a "normal" first year..."
“She emerges three-dimensional from the flat, plaster setting as though breaking through water—though whether she is coming up or going under is unclear. Her position is contrapposto, arms raised as though awaiting the click of my camera. The energy of her nude body is wound tight and ready for release. Her next move is a …
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