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Fragments from a Pilgrimage

I came to plunder the past and found, appropriately, only a bit of play history. What did I expect?

City Chickens

I never thought // I’d end up like this, domesticated as a pet lamb, / with a mate who worries our hundred-year-old house // needs new everything, shingles to foundation.

Milk

Pumped for an infant, spilled at the dinner table, used as a tear gas antidote

Ancestors

Chief Xian aTunde Adjuah on the Musical and Cultural Legacy of New Orleans

Some African harmonic traditions and histories may have been redacted, but they’re not lost. In New Orleans, specifically among the tribes, they made sure to hold on to those histories and the skeleton keys of those expressions.

My Bowstring Heart

On the field I was all animal instinct and brute force—a bruiser, a bone breaker. Every tackle was a rebuke against a life where fathers die. When I played rugby, I wasn’t a broke, lost little girl. I wasn’t a struggling amateur writer. I had goals. I was a winner. I was MVP. I was someone.

A Thousand Words

A Thousand Words features photography so rich with narrative that it tells a story all on its own.

Pockets

Shoplifting cigarettes, running the pool table, creating a “pocket prairie”

Plastiscenes

To show the impact of litter on what should be pristine beaches, I’ve been exploring a new way of processing my photographs: First, I take a traditional seascape. Then, using a transfer lift, I print it onto marine litter collected at the same location, usually on the same day.

Nicknames

Get to know Boxcar Betty, Stick Dick, Lali, and the Cajun Asian

Sleeping Children

What was happening in and to Gaza was not really about democracy at all—or any kind of universal, God-given values. It was simply about power.