Local Art
Somewhere in Providence there is a painting. I want it. * In this coffeeshop there are sculptures, which are flat and look like paintings but are not. Today I visited […]
Events:
The Court: Art in Play
September 24, 2025 - April 26, 2026The Flower, The Labor, and The Sea
September 27, 2025 - June 28, 2026
The Un-Making of Wombs & Worlds: Understanding the guilt and grief behind the “monstrous” survivals of Black and Indigenous women as a means of enacting their agency against coloniality’s capture
THE ABYSSAL WOMB, THE FETID WORLD OF COLONIALITY’S CAPTURE As the heavy sloshing of horses’ hooves grows ever closer, and the wailing of her child grows ever louder, she, an […]
Black Luv: Poetry
I dig you! Like the impassioned hands of a gard’ner surrendering to the earth. I fuxs with you! Like, the sugary, spicy blend of nutmeg and brown sugar in sweet […]
Slamming Their Names Into History: Talking poetry & legacy with AS220’s Naffisatou Koulibaly
Amidst numerous up-and-coming open mics in Rhode Island, the Providence Poetry Slam (ProvSlam) remains one of the largest and longest-running slams in US history. Co-founded in 1992 by nationally renowned […]
Synesthesia/ My Bite: Poems
Synesthesia First date/ Boy tells girl she is strawberries and mint and/ Sometimesmusic tastes bad/ His brother doesn’t know he is oranges/ The datecontinues point and tell/ What does the […]
Work Crush: Poetry
“I saw a dead body today.” You’re trying to fit two fingers into the plastic mouth of a bottle. At the bottom, crusted with orange sugar, the last of the […]
Generational Trauma: Poetry
We are proud to be Indigenous to this land, As the desert is a desert with its sand. We are not from India, you named us wrong, Indigenous to this […]
October Diptych: Poetry
1. HER WEB It looks like a wheel of diamonds you said. My eyes moved to the corner of the porch where you had noticed the spider, bigger than any […]
Re, Hello Earth: Poetry
Crossing over the desert brow spare ranges, sparse rivers I see the red lights south & how softly they wave their fingers Who are all these places we call home? […]
Poetry Review: Residence Time by Sarah Kersey
“I never believed something, / or somebody, could hold me,” writes Sarah Kersey in the title poem of their debut collection, Residence Time (Newfound, Oct 2024). They hope the biblical […]