Tracy Reese

Tracy Reese was born in Detroit, went to Parsons School of Design with Marc Jacobs, and worked for Perry Ellis and The Limited (among other companies) before striking out with the brand that carries her name today. She is one of only a few African American women who has true control of her label. I’ve been a fan of her designs for a little while. The bedding is from her home line, Plenty.pplcvrshoebed

Tracy Reese

Gwendolyn Brooks

kitchenette building (1945)
We are things of dry hours and the involuntary plan,
Grayed in, and gray. “Dream” makes a giddy sound, not strong
Like “rent,” “feeding a wife,” “satisfying a man.”

But could a dream send up through onion fumes
Its white and violet, fight with fried potatoes
and yesterday’s garbage ripening in the hall,
Flutter, or sing an aria down these rooms

Even if we were willing to let it in,
Had time to warm it, keep it very clean,
Anticipate a massage, let it begin?

We wonder. But not well! not for a minute!
Since Number Five is out of the bathroom now,
We think of lukewarm water, hope to get in it. Continue reading “Gwendolyn Brooks”

Gwendolyn Brooks

Jayne Cortez

And if we don’t fight

if we don’t resist

if we don’t organize and unify and

get the power to control our own lives

Then we will wear

the exaggerated look of captivity

the stylized look of submission

the bizarre look of suicide

the dehumanized look of fear

and the decomposed look of repression

forever and ever and ever

And there it is

from There It Is (1982)


All you wanna do

is pat your foot

sip a drink & pretend

with your head bobbin up & down

What do you care about acoustics

bad microphones or out of tune pianos

& noise

You the club owners & disc jockeys

made a deal didn’t you

a deal about Black Music

& you really don’t give

a shit long as you take

from How Long has Trane Been Gone (1969) Continue reading “Jayne Cortez”

Jayne Cortez

Lucille Clifton

homage to my hips (1980)*

these hips are big hips.

they need space to

move around in.

they don’t fit into little

pretty places. these hips

are free hips.

they don’t like to be held back.

these hips have never been enslaved,

they go where they want to go

they do what they want to do.

these hips are mighty hips.

these hips are magic hips.

i have known them

to put a spell on a man and

spin him like a top! Continue reading “Lucille Clifton”

Lucille Clifton