Dawn of new(?) air
But talks of harmony flood your nose. / Harmony, harmony, harmony—you want it so bad, / and so you put words in our mouths
2m ago
Sleepy ghost flight
You have made ice out of my heart;/ we were once nothing–you brutalise me
7m ago
palestine is my grieving mother
rise, rise—now evening dies: sun-born in valleys with burning olive trees—where women like me plod one day at a time,
8m ago
There is no water if i’m on water
I am put away impulsively like the totems on a modern alter
10m ago
Small dreams
On the heart of a place where heather blossoms, Dreams of scattered bodies and burnt heath Against the walls where children live
11m ago
October 12, 2024
Devi
The first pulse, in the midst of a whipping maelstrom,
August 24, 2024
Look out the windows
In the blanks of muddy moonlight
August 6, 2024
Dawn of new(?) air
But talks of harmony flood your nose. / Harmony, harmony, harmony—you want it so bad, / and so you put words in our mouths
June 8, 2024
Raw Magnolias
This is a garden, these are my petals; this is my armoring plant
March 21, 2024
Sleepy ghost flight
You have made ice out of my heart;/ we were once nothing–you brutalise me
February 10, 2024
palestine is my grieving mother
rise, rise—now evening dies: sun-born in valleys with burning olive trees—where women like me plod one day at a time,
December 30, 2023
There is no water if i’m on water
I am put away impulsively like the totems on a modern alter
November 11, 2023
Small dreams
On the heart of a place where heather blossoms, Dreams of scattered bodies and burnt heath Against the walls where children live
October 21, 2023
The Divine Feminine
I look in the mirror, and the tides start turning,
September 16, 2023
The colour of revolution is red
And along with our bodies, the rage keeps on, / we chafe and bleed and clot and steer; / we go mad and nude
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