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Electric Arches is an imaginative exploration of Black girlhood and womanhood through poetry, visual art, and narrative prose.
Blending stark realism with the surreal and fantastic, Eve L. Ewing’s narrative takes us from the streets of 1990s Chicago to an unspecified future, deftly navigating the boundaries of space, time, and reality. Ewing imagines familiar figures in magical circumstancesblues legend Koko Taylor is a tall-tale hero; LeBron James travels through time and encounters his teenage self. She identifies everyday objectshair moisturizer, a spiral notebookas precious icons.
Her visual art is spare, playful, and poignanta cereal box decoder ring that allows the wearer to understand what Black girls are saying; a teacher’s angry, subversive message scrawled on the chalkboard. Electric Arches invites fresh conversations about race, gender, the city, identity, and the joy and pain of growing up.
Eve L. Ewing is a writer, scholar, artist, and educator from Chicago. Her work has appeared in Poetry, The New Yorker, New Republic, The Nation, The Atlantic, and many other publications. She is a sociologist at the University of Chicago School of Social Service Administration.
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About the Author
Eve L. Ewing is a writer, scholar, artist, and educator from Chicago. Her work has appeared in Poetry, The New Yorker, The New Republic, The Nation, The Atlantic, and many other venues. She is a sociologist at the University of Chicago School of Social Service Administration.
Table of Contents
the first time [a re-telling]
four boys on Ellis [a re-telling]
Sestina with Matthew Henson’s Fur Suit
true stories about Koko Taylor
another time [a re-telling]
Note from LeBron James to LeBron James
Excerpts from an interview with Ron Artest
how i arrived
oil and water
Shea Butter Manifesto
why you cannot touch my hair
appletree [on blackwomanhood, from and to Erykah Badu]
what I mean when I say I’m sharpening my oyster knife
To Stacey, as you were
Ode to Luster’s Pink Oil
one thousand and one ways to touch your own face
to the notebook kid
Thursday Morning, Newbury Street
letters from the flat lands
Chicago is a chorus of barking dogs
at the salon
montage in a car
The Discount Mega Mall (In Memoriam)
I come from the fire city
One Good Time for Marilyn Mosby
What I Talk About When I Talk About Black Jesus
at work with my father
Requiem for Fifth Period and the Things That Went On Then
I wish for them a mundane life