Necessary Kindling

Using the necessary kindling of unflinching memory and fearless observation, anjail rashida ahmad ignites a slow-burning rage at the generations-long shadow under which African American women have struggled, and sparks a hope that illuminates “how the acts of women― / loving themselves― / can keep the spirit / renewed.” Fueling the poet’s fire―sometimes angry-voiced but always poised and graceful―are memories of her grandmother; a son who “hangs / between heaven and earth / as though he belonged / to neither”; and ancestral singers, bluesmen and -women, who “burst the new world,” creating…