Saeed Jones
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“I’m Black. And I’m Gay.”
More than a few people have questioned, chafed, and commented on Collins’ decision to identify himself as a black gay man — rather than simply as a gay man. And that’s where I step into the ring. At BuzzFeed, Saeed…
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Saeed Jones Joins BuzzFeed!
We’re thrilled that Rumpus contributor Saeed Jones is the new editor of BuzzFeed LGBT. Read the just-released BuzzFeed LGBT manifesto, and we’re sure you’ll share our excitement. Another reason to celebrate: Saeed’s first BuzzFeed piece, “How Men Fight for Their Lives” was…
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“Boy, A History”
“In line in the cafeteria, at his favorite table in the library, on the last block before the block he lives on, the inside of Boy’s head is one blank notebook page after another.” At Guernica, Roxane Gay guest-edited Rumpus contributor Saeed…
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“Visible Man”
“Sometimes I catch people staring as I bike past them. Wide-eyed, mouths slightly open as if to question the color of my hair. Red like Mars, like the rings of Jupiter… In the split-second of my passing, I wander into…
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Art as Witness
“I believe Nina Simone tried to build that gun because that night she realized what all other-ed bodies eventually realize: a gun was already at her head. She feared a song might not be enough. The fact that this gun…
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Finding Home
Rumpus contributor Saeed Jones will be writing monthly for Ebony. Don’t miss Jones’ Mother’s Day essay, and latest piece, “Traveling Man,” in which he sets out on a year-long journey. He will be working on a memoir as he goes.…
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The Rumpus Saturday Essay: Me Be Pretty One Day
When I was younger and lonelier and knew more about other people than I did about myself, I thought
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National Poetry Month Day 18: “Skin Like Brick Dust” by Saeed Jones
Welcome to The Rumpus’s National Poetry Month project. We’ll be running a new poem from a different poet each day for the month of April. Skin Like Brick Dust In bed, your back curved to answer the heat of my…
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National Poetry Month, Day 28: “Casket Sharp” by Saeed Jones
Casket Sharp Your soft cough becomes prognosis. Soon, cigarette smoke is the inkblot test of the lung.
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“An Elegy to Oscar Grant”
“I wanted to write an intelligent & coherent critique of the #OscarGrant verdict but I couldn’t. The logic wasn’t in my heart; just the poem.” “The poem I just posted on my blog is made entirely of links to other…
