Erik Gleibermann

2 months ago | yahoo.com | Keishel Williams |Erik Gleibermann

"Hearst Magazines and Yahoo may earn commission or revenue on some items through these links." “The thing about Black history,” said the great academic and historian Henry Louis Gates, Jr., “is that the truth is so much more complex than anything you could make up.” This February, we want to highlight authors who are diving into that complexity and telling stories that buck stereotypes, push the boundaries of our overused, oversimplified narratives, and spotlight moments and individuals who...

Jan 13, 2025 | worldliteraturetoday.org | Erik Gleibermann

This page is available to subscribers. Click here to signin or get access. Taking the measure of Cape Town’s many contradictions, a visiting writer also discerns its manifold richness. One morning, twenty-four years ago on a rocky Robben Island beach, I foraged for a stone to transcribe the poem that had come to me during a nearly sleepless night.

Nov 17, 2023 | washingtonpost.com | Erik Gleibermann

CommentSaveAcross three decades as philosophical frontman for the Roots, Tariq Trotter (a.k.a. Black Thought) has composed such an expansive catalogue of keen social commentary and gritty introspection that his verse constitutes a biography in itself. With his memoir, “The Upcycled Self,” the lyricist renowned for rapid-fire intellectual freestyle gets a chance to slow down the self-reflection.

Oct 27, 2023 | worldliteraturetoday.org | Erik Gleibermann

This page is available to subscribers. Click here to signin or get access. Speeding on a packed rush-hour Metrobus from La Bombilla (Lightbulb) station for Chilpancingo (Wasp), I suddenly imagined myself as one of countless urban particles carrying this city’s vital energies. The Metro lines are indeed Mexico City’s neural pathways.

Aug 14, 2023 | pw.org | Erik Gleibermann

The first Nicole Sealey poem I ever read opened with a simple declarative neutrality that hit me with riveting force—“I’ve been pregnant.” Between these first words and the title above them, “Medical History,” the white space opened, and my mind’s eye envisioned a consulting room, a procedure, a woman grieved or relieved or numbed. In five words, Sealey had conjured within me a bodily story.