Hend Jouda is a writer from Gaza who’s published several poetry collections in Arabic: ‘Someone Always Leaves’, ‘No Sugar in the City’ and ‘Finger Survived’ and also, earlier this year, a collection...
My guest today is the fantastic Palestinian-American poet, journalist, teacher and activist Noor Hindi. What comes after awareness. And then what? And then what? There’s a bird. No. It’s a drone. My...
‘To be sovereign is not to be subject to another’s authority, another’s desires or another’s gaze, but rather to be author of our own history.’ – Simone Leigh History is something that, for me, it’s...
When I was a child, my mother always feared I would wander off. So she kept an eye on me, said Tisha, your feet are too rapid. Footprint too swift to sink in soft soil. She remembers how I made...
Every time I go home to visit my parents my eyes always wander to the family photos consisting of graduation ceremonies, communions, confirmations, and school photos. One photo in particular always...
I'm Not A Racist, But I know you are simply asking why so many people want to come here. To take your jobs, your houses, when you have given so much to them. A penny every Sunday in church at the...