Lay of the Land
Corporeal River
BANZEIRO—THIS IS WHAT THE PEOPLE of the Xingu call places where the river grows savage. Where, if you’re lucky, you can make it through; where, if you’re not, you can’t. It Continue reading
Essays
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Moving the Saints
I took to the English language as a duck takes to water. I was therefore a keen accomplice and student in my own mental colonization. —Dambudzo Marechera The Mirrored Building, Part Continue reading
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Mourning Songs Are Love Songs
This essay is excerpted from Solastalgia: An Anthology of Emotion in a Disappearing World. I PICKED BLACK RASPBERRIES FOR GLEN when he was dying of cancer on a cot in his Continue reading
Foodways
Our Daily Ceeb
WHEN I FIRST MOVED TO DAKAR in 2011, I lived in a small apartment in the compound of a Senegalese family, an in-law unit with its own entrance through the garden. Continue reading
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Nameless Season
I HUNCH IN THE PORCH SHADOWS, feeling for the rough side of my key. After a few exploratory taps, I ease the blade into the lock then turn to face the Continue reading