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#HurricaneMelissaInJa - Jamaica is currently awaiting the arrival of the worst hurricane in our nation’s history.
Thanks for all the check ins, & well-wishes, & frantic, calls from my community abroad. I’m inside/at home/battened down — very worried, but remembering that we (Jamaicans) are descendants of people who survived the genocide of centuries of European enslavement. The systems that now hold power in the world were mostly developed to eradicate us. We are survivors. When these winds have passed. When the floods have dried up. When the clouds clear. When we have counted what we have lost—we will still be here, picking up the pieces, collaging them into the next chapter of our already stunning lives.
Here’s to all of us— you and your people/me and mine—all of us, coming out alive and safe on the other side.
Wishing you love and safety and community, covered in the comfort of dry beds and roofs that remain sturdy and in place overhead.
Please send us your love. In all the ways you can. Share what you reading. What you watching. How you are surviving. For this one, we will need all the kits in your repertoire to survive it.
26 Oct 2025
These days, when the madness & brutality of the world closes in on me & I lose hope/when I wake up weeping without knowing exactly why/when I go to bed feeling/small & powerless, I remind myself that not so long ago, other artists/activists who were heartbroken about the reality of life in America, sought comrades & found Kindred in other worlds; worlds they intentionally visited, worlds they happened upon, worlds they dreamt, worlds they built themselves, worlds they built with others.
It is in this spirit that we invite you to @kindredontherock
As respite, as a way to unplug, to recalibrate, to dream new worlds, to commune with the earth, to fellowship with people of like minds, of like values.
These clips of life on the side of our beautiful mountain, are only small moments in the large, robust world we are building here.
We are still here. Washing clothes. Digging yams. Making clay. With our artist in residence- @mazolawamwashighadi, cooking dinner, getting our hands dirty. Here, the air is clean. Our legs are working. Our hands are busy. Our hearts still breaking, but our spirits remember, #NinaSimone, who spoke truth to power, at a time when it was dangerous, when the price one paid for dissenting was high.
This is where we are. The moment has come full circle. Again. Again. We are afraid to speak. But speak we must.
Of Palestine.
Of racism.
Of sexism.
Of hate. Of the cruelty we are being asked to allow/ignore/the hateful actions of the most powerful among us.
In the spirit of solidarity, we invoke The Congo. Sudan. Palestine. Ukraine.
We center the lives of women and girls & trans people. People of color. Immigrants. The Poor.
We call you in. Ask you to bring yuself. Come. Send us messages. Of hope. Let’s gather. Let’s share space. Share our sorrow. Let’s strategize. Let’s forge a way forward. As revolt/as revolution/as response to this awful time.
Send solidarity & encouragement. & love. Remind us that we are more than the lonely hearts grieving the progress we were making.
I write to remind you—you are not alone.
Write to me. Here. There. Wherever. Remind me/I am but one in an army of dissenters.
Remind me
I am not alone.
12 Mar 2025
Sometimes, the best kind of mothering is giving your kid space to show you how you might be fucking up—it’s especially important when YOU can’t see it.
We’d been doing a #LivingRoomProtest about fights and arguments and listening while sharing feelings. Then she asked if the adults around me listened to me when I was a child. I was quick to say no, no, they didn’t—that’s why I am trying to do things differently. Then she came back with, but you raise your voice at me all the time. She didn’t just stop there, she continued—showing me that she saw me too—struggling/that she saw where it came from. She was only 5 years old. It stunned me. Made me listen. Made me see how I was perpetuating the modes of power the adults who raised me had used with me. The same ways of being that had made me feel so deeply silenced. In that moment I could not deny I was a product of the cruel world in which I had been raised.
I wanted to dig a hole, climb in and never come back out. I felt like a fraud. So many people give me props for being a great mom. A radical mom. A progressive mom. And here I was, being called out by my own five year old, for screaming, not listening, not hearing her when we talked.
It took all I had to pull it together. And apologize. In real time. It takes everything to keep trying/to do better. To be better. I hope she continues to see me. To see that I’m trying. I hope her being able to see me doesn’t cost more than she can spare in her own journey towards healing. Children can be magic. If we only allow them to room to cast spells, to dazzle us, to shine, to become mirrors through which to better see ourselves, clear enough to be a better version of ourselves.
Here’s to all the daughters who never got an apology. To all the children who became mothers who struggle to offer up an apology to those we have harmed. Here’s to all the children whose mothers’ apologies are stuck somewhere beyond the grave. Here’s to all of us flailing to mother ourselves. Here’s to my friends who mother me in ways my mother couldn’t. Here’s to my kid, to whom I hope to always find the courage to say I’m sorry. Here’s to all of us trying.
#HappyMothersDay
14 May 2023
It was Christmas 2019–the rent for my 2br jumped to 3700. Now/in my head/almost 4K is not rent money. That’s mortgage money. In less than a month, I signed a contract to buy a house. (The saga of that signing will have to be told another time!)
Anyways. Y’all know COVID shut the world down March, 2020. By then only essential workers, or people with salaried positions were being paid. Many in the artist community were trapped inside & couldn’t pay bills. The internet/our phones/became a lifeline. Few gig workers have savings. Which means, most of us were dependent on charity/the kindness of family. Many were at the mercy of strangers.
I am so grateful to friends who shared with us. Lots of folks sent groceries, toys, books, gift-certificates so we could order food. Some sent $5/$10/$20. Zuri and I read our favorite poems online. Audre Lorde, Lucille Clifton, June Jordan, Maya Angelou—those poems/your kindness meant more than I can say.
But there was still the problem of the house. We needed bigger money for the down payment. My gigs were cancelled. There were no more gigs to replace the ones lost. Nobody was gathering. For theater. Or poetry readings or workshops. It looked like going to have to let go of that dream of a home.
It felt so unfair.
It was a rare and exact alignment of about a million stars that allowed for a self-employed, Black lesbian poet, and single mother with almost no savings to pass the tests needed for a developer to enter into a contact with her, AND for her money narrative to convince a bank to approve a mortgage for a house in New York City. Never mind that the house hardly had floors or wall, and a sieve for a roof, and no unbroken windows—it was a miracle. It would probably never happen again in our lifetime.
I was angry. So I posted about it. Of course, people from the community came through.
The house was inhabitable at the time, so we needed everything; money, flooring, windows, bricks, labor, advice—
Here’s photo evidence of that community in action. I remain grateful for y’all. Come through for tea or talk or fellowship. Near @weeksvilleheritagecenter ❤️
#WeAre #Kindred #Blackyard
07 Nov 2026
Poetry has always been a space for truth-telling, embodying community power, and realizing a freer world. At GATHER 2026: GET FREE!, we're honored to bring together Patricia Spears Jones, Staceyann Chin, and Kai Diata Giovanni as our headlining artists, carrying this liberation work forward through written and spoken word.
Each of their work evokes a tradition shaped by every freedom song, open mic, and spoken word performance that turned a room into a movement. At GATHER, we honor this exchange and are excited to welcome these poets to share their words with us. The night will also feature a Community Open Mic, inviting community members to speak their dreams into the space and add their voices to this ongoing tradition. We hope to see you there.
Give $25 or more to People-Powered: GET FREE! and celebrate with us at GATHER, our annual celebration of art, community, and collective imagination. Visit the link in our bio to join us!
06 Nov 2026
And that’s a wrap on Week 10 of *Reading Resistance: Black Women’s (Auto)Biographies and Memoirs*! 👩🏽🏫📚✨
And what better way to close out an *inspiring* election week than with the brilliant Staceyann Chin @staceyannchin? ☺️ From reading her memoir, *The Other Side of Paradise* to experiencing her electrifying performances of “All Oppression Is Connected,” “If Only Out of Vanity,” and “Racism,” we explored the power of Black women’s storytelling, self-definition, solidarity, and resistance. ✊🏿✍🏾
In the wake of Election Day, Chin reminded us that political engagement extends far beyond the ballot box—and that our struggles for freedom and justice are deeply interconnected. The joy and excitement in the room were palpable—especially as students learned that Staceyann Chin will be joining us at @amherstcollege later this fall! 🙌🏾🎙️ Stay tuned for details! 💜💜
#ReadingResistance #BlackFeministThought #BlackWomensWriting #StaceyannChin #LifeasProfessorJolly
05 Nov 2026
4-year-old Zuri/with a message for Donald Trump/Your body is your body.
If a toddler can understand the concept of consent and bodily autonomy/then a crusty old man certainly should be able to.
Here’s to a world when every woman/girl/child/human is able to claim safe space around their body. Here’s to a world where all bodies are safe.
Remember why you’re voting. If your poll is still open and you haven’t voted/get to it.
03 Nov 2026
Farm Day with Miss Celes! I hadn’t washed anything in a bucket for decades. But Miss Celes does this routinely. So I’m a student at her feet. For a refresher course. I love this little clip/it demonstrates how much happens simultaneously in the work of being in community.
Miss Celes has already pulled me into washing. She’s telling me what to do to get out the stains on the napkin. Miss Keisha calls out to say she’s washing out the buckets. Miss Celes asks if she has already stirred the rice cooking for lunch. Miss Keisha affirms/counters with/should she turn down the fire? Yes. Turn it down.
Back to me. Should the scrubbed napkins be put in the bleach water? Yes. They aren’t quite white enough to be hung on the line. They have to sit in bleach for a while. Then she points out some additional marks. They might be curry. When I scrub more and look closer/I can see it’s not curry. They come out after a little more rubbing.
She approves. I can move one to tue next napkin.
Have you ever washed anything by hand? Was it white?
#KindredWomenAtWork
#WorldBuilding
#CommunityFarmLife
03 Nov 2026
Pendulum I swing/from country to town/belonging to 2 cities/Kingston is only one of the places I live/New York has always been a nation unto itself/I’m not even a hundred percent sure of my position on these ballot proposals/my vote hardly moves the needle one way or the other on federal matters/but locally/I am legitimate/documented/queer/here in Weeksville/I am not 3/5ths/not hyphenated/this hood/in Brooklyn/I can be all most of what I want/in most spaces/my body has the right to live/breathe/vote/sing/speak truth to power
Until
I am cornered by the cops or ICE/downtown/or Dumbo/or Park Slope/in some parts of Bed-Stuy/I can be spliced into immigrant/lesbian/foreigner/Black/woman
So I stay voting/in Weeksville/remind myself/of the Black bodies/that swung pendulum/for the right to cast my opinion on who should represent me/and others who look like me
Pendulum/my heart still swings/parts residing on a mountainside in St. Catherine/in Jamaica/parts sitting here in an unfinished house/110 years removed/from when the miracle of a free Black community existed here/more than a century ago/these plots were sliced up/in the exact lot-size permitting Black men to vote/women could not vote back then/Black or White people without phalluses were deemed unable to hold a political opinion/but in Weekesville dark bodies moved safe across these unwanted farmlands/far and away from Manhattan/nobody wanted the hilly grasslands with no public transportation to speak of
Today these zip codes are out of reach for most of us/unless by caprice/we snag a small place/a few square feet of room for our children to run/
This small square for which I pay a small sum/towards owning it one day/after the bank has taken back its pound of flesh/after the brokers have been made whole/it will pass to my daughter/Lorde willing/if the creek don’t rise
I vote/towards maintaining my right/s
Every cycle/even when I have to travel/far/fly home/wait in line/walk/run
I vote
body/swinging/pendulum/passing liminal through two cultures/me/split/splintered/a collage refracting/reflecting/histories held/inside my Black body/I am my own pendulum/swinging/here/there/everywhere/I am home
03 Nov 2026
Join us this Thursday at Lincoln Center for an evening inspired by Dave Zirin’s acclaimed new biography The People’s Historian: The Outsized Life of Howard Zinn!
The works of Howard Zinn continue to shine a light on the extraordinary history of those engaged in struggles for freedom and justice. This night of readings and musical performances will feature selections from Zinn’s own writing and speeches, as well as the work that deeply inspired him.
Featuring Ali Dineen, Arian Moayed, Hari Kondabolu, Jessica Hecht, Staceyann Chin, and Wallace Shawn. Narrated by Dave Zirin and Haley Pessin.
This event is free and open to the public, with first-come, first-served seating.
We hope you’ll join us!
#howardzinn #peopleshistory #voicesofapeopleshistory
03 Nov 2026
We’re excited to welcome Gladys Books & Wine, Brooklyn’s very own Black lesbian-owned bookshop and community space, to this year’s GATHER celebration! In the spirit of the night, Gladys has curated a reading list with poetry, prose, and radical storytelling to explore. When they pop up with us at BRIC, you’ll get to peek at Gladys’s catalog featuring phenomenal reads like these, rooted in imagination, pathways to liberation, and resistance.
GATHER 2026: GET FREE! celebrates the culmination of our 10-day People-Powered fundraising challenge. Our collective support for People-Powered is proof that we can resource our own communities. If your bookshelf needs inspo from authors, artists, and world-builders who embody #GETFREE, stop by Gladys’s pop-up shop at GATHER!
Read with us, build with us, and then celebrate our community with us!
With your donation of $25 or more to People-Powered: GET FREE! you’ll be able to join us at this year’s GATHER at BRIC. See you soon!
03 Nov 2026
The Boston Women’s Fund is proud to present “Illuminating Ill Erotics: An Evening of Song, Storytelling, and Liberated Futures in the HIV/AIDS Movement.”
Join us on World AIDS Day, Tuesday, December 1, in Cambridge, MA, to celebrate Dr. Jallicia Jolly’s new book, Ill Erotics: Black Jamaican Women and Self-Making in Times of HIV/AIDS, an in-depth study of Black girls and women living with HIV in the Caribbean, and the indispensable role community-care and grassroots networks play in sustaining human well-being.
Together, we’ll honor the many women of the movement through songs, stories, and scholarship. Professor and beatboxer @chesneysnow will open the night accompanied by pianist @ajkhaw . Author @iamjallicia will share her journey to this work and insights from Ill Erotics, before joining Dr. Jo-Anna Rorie and Dr. Ndidiamaka Amutah-Onukagha in a dynamic conversation about the HIV/AIDS and reproductive justice movements today. Renowned poet @staceyannchin will close the evening with a spoken word performance. Book signing to follow.
Tuesday, December 1, 2026
At Street Theory Collective (@streettheorycollective)
541 Massachusetts Ave., Cambridge, MA
5:30-8:30 pm
Get Sliding-scale tickets at the link in bio or bostonwomensfund.org
*No one turned away for lack of funds*
26 Oct 2026
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