It is not a hyperbole to say that Readers of Colour has been life changing.
Category: Blog
“Why Do You Fear My Way So Much?”: A moment of crisis in publishing
To publish poetry that speaks to and acknowledges the realities of those marginalized, violated and often demonized by the state is not easy.
Tropical Creatures
How do we keep traditions and languages from dying out when the very land they come from is in mortal danger?
A Space to Breathe: reflections on First Breath
Breathing is not just a process, but is an act of expression in the lives that we live individually as people, and collectively as a society.
A Change of Heart
My heart attack came out of the blue. Adjusting to having a stent put in my heart — a foreign piece of metal acting like a bridge keeping my blood vessel open — was difficult to accept for me and my body. All of a sudden, overnight I became a person with a disability but one that no one could see.
Imagining Us: Reflections on the 2nd ESEA Heritage Month
As we reclaim the ability to self-define, we are actively shaping our presents, and so we find ourselves better placed to imagine our futures.
Unapologetic Roots
I don’t want to dye my hair. I don’t want to constantly chase a root to ensure that people I don’t know, don’t think I’m getting old. It’s absolutely pointless. Ridiculous! The defiance inside me grew steadily from that first strand of grey hair. Strong and true, it grew and multiplied. And here I am at 39 years old with more grey hair than dark.
The Radical Act of Protective Self-Care
When we are attuned to our environment from a place of safety and choice our vibrations go up, the cells in our bodies are flooded with restorative and soothing chemicals, and we release and metabolise toxic stress.
Resistance and community: Govanhill Pool and my mother’s fabric shop
The fabric shop was so much more than a business where draped blazing cuts of chiffons and georgettes were pushed aside as women jostled to be served first.
Tongues on Rock: Home-Making in Parallel Languages
I am filled with the self-congratulatory wish that I could live in all the cities I love all at once, so that I could make them mine.
