getting out: part I

March 16, 2017March 17, 2017 ~ Joanna ~ 3 Comments

I've never been strapped to a chair in preparation for lobotomy, but when I saw the horror in David Kaluuya's eyes as his character's desperate situation dawned on him, I discovered that the pounding of my heart in sync with his was not new...it was familiar. I didn't know what to expect when I sat … Continue reading getting out: part I

the flesh to my bones

June 7, 2016June 7, 2016 ~ Joanna ~ Leave a comment

I'm tired of seeing the suffering black body. The TV screen blinks off, taking with it the image of yet another poor African child staring at me with wide, hollowed eyes. The melancholic instrumental in the background fades, and I am left counting how many infomercials, news stories, and movie trailers I'd seen that week … Continue reading the flesh to my bones

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getting out: part I

the flesh to my bones