“This is futuristic work—work that doesn’t just serve as a reminder that there will be black people in the future, but work that mines for an understanding…” -Hanif Abdurraqib, blurbing ‘Blackspace’

“Great, I thought. It is not mango season and it is not mango country. And I knew those bright flavored gums would not cut it.” – Aimee Bender, “Fruit and Words”

“We had been sailing for months. Salt in our sentences. We had been sailing—but the edge of the world was nowhere in sight.” – Ocean Vuong, “Immigrant Haibun”

“We did not have to knock down the door, as we had thought, for the main door seemed to open by itself with just the push of a voice…” – Gabriel García Márquez, THE AUTUMN OF THE PATRIARCH

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