Issue 26 (Jan 2011)
Tall, slender, dark smooth skin, and those eyes! Clear, glittering, the iris that looked like crystal. Those unearthly eyes were what made Anyango a super-model. They flashed above jewelry by Cartier, above perfumes by Xikain, above lipsticks by ReFactor, and today, above a small snow-leopard cub for a wildlife conservation group.
I cannot BELIEVE this! I got the lights on here half an hour ago, after 3 days of trying. This is a police station, left wide open like most everything else. It’s got its own generator but I’ve never run a generator before. I threw switches, pressed buttons at random. At one point I don’t mind saying I just sat there and cried, with this dead body in sergeant’s stripes sitting at the desk opposite me.
My mother was a brown bear
honey-lover, heavy paw
Although much has been written about the legendary writer Octavia Butler (1947-2006), there have been no nonfiction compilations of media about this trailblazing Black woman science-fiction writer–until now. In Conversations with Octavia Butler, Conseula Francis, an associate professor of English and director of African American studies at the College of Charleston, has compiled a varied set of twenty-three interviews.