This poem by Langston Hughes was discovered by a rare-books cataloger in Yale’s Beinecke Rare Book and Manuscript Library. It was scrawled in the pages of a book called “An Anthology of Revolutionary ...

When you look at me what is it that you see? Is it the thoughts of my past, the future you would prefer to have, or could it possibly be the present I am honoring. My skin, my face, and my demeanor is ...

There is a long history of photobooks regarding the act of seeing and being seen. We might say, actually, that photography itself is a meditation on how we represent ourselves – both the outer self ...

I recently came across “Radium Dream” by Sheila Black (text and audio can be found at Split This Rock’s “The Query: A Social Justice Poetry Database”) and I liked the poem, yet also found it puzzling.