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The Revelations of Asher

Toward Supreme Love in Self – (This Is an Endarkened, Feminist, New Literacies Event)


Jeanine M. Staples

The Revelations of Asher: Toward Supreme Love in Self is an endarkened, feminist, new literacies event. It critically and creatively explores Black women’s terror in love. With poetry, prose, and analytic memos, Jeanine Staples shows how a group of Black women’s talk and writings about relationships revealed epistemological and ontological revelations, after 9/11. These revelations are presented in the context of a third wave new literacies framework. They are voiced and storied dynamically by the women’s seven fragmented selves. Through the selves, we learn the five ways the women lived as lovers: Main Chick, Side Chick, Bonnie, Bitch, and Victim. As an alternative-response to these identities in love, the author presents a new way. She introduces the Supreme Lover Identity and illuminates its integral connection to social and emotional justice for and through Black women’s wisdom.
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The midnight message (Asher speaks: A story)


The midnight message

After I wrote List #2, I slept for hours. When I woke up, I glanced at the clock. It was almost 2:00 in the morning. I yawned drowsily, gathered my notes, and closed my Bible. I sat up on the edge of my couch and gathered my throw into a ball. I tossed it into one of my silk lined cedar baskets and capped it with a lid. I put my journal on a shelf and collected my empty mug from the table. I walked past my office and stumbled a little on the way to the kitchen. I peeked in to check my phone again. I had five messages. I grabbed my cordless from its cradle and dialed the access code. I absently shoved the phone under my ear and yawned, heading out the door, down the hallway, toward the kitchen.

My slippers shuffled on the hardwood. I nearly dropped the phone when I heard the voice. The one I recognized so well. The one that made my skin tingle, my heart race. The one that made me stand still. It was him. My heart stopped. He’d left a 30-minute voicemail. He called back twice to finish it. I stood frozen in the hallway, the cordless phone to my ear, and turned my back to the bare wall. I slid down slowly and nestled myself in a corner. My recessed lighting kindled a soft, warm glow around my head. I sat...

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