by Ann E. Michael
In the months that are now
after
the numb mourning,
wanting nothing
no blooms, no brights,
no bourgeoning
or nourishment,
Tag: Words
Quote of the Month, #19
Without community, there is no liberation
[…]
For the master’s tools will never dismantle the master’s house. They
may allow us temporarily to beat him at his own game, but they will never
enable us to bring about genuine change.
– Audre Lorde, The Master’s Tools Will Never Dismantle the Master’s House
Read More »Quote of the Month, #18
This is precisely the time when artists go to work. There is no time for despair, no place for self-pity, no need for silence, no room for fear. We speak, we write, we do language. That is how civilizations heal.
– Toni Morrison, No Place for Self-Pity, No Room for Fear (via The Nation)
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Read More »Hud Hud of Hope
by Nitika Balaram
There’s an Eurasian hoopoe searching
for worms in my garden.
Dig dig dig
It pauses, looks up —
eyes off the grass for a moment
Pick pick pick
2 poems
Diary of an adventurous homebody
by Haley Young
“It’s just that you don’t seem that adventurous,” said an acquaintance when I told her about our plans to move into a converted camper van.
I smiled. She wasn’t wrong about my personality. She was wrong in her assumption that living on the road demands the highest level of adventurous spirit. Two years into travelling full time, I’m more of a homebody than ever.
I just take my house with me.
Read More »Talking To A Baby
by Hibah Shabkhez
I speak of red roses called by other names
To you, who do not yet know this one. I sing
Of suns xanthic, amarillo, jaune, before
You even know yellow; find you poems and games
That spin out sentences like candy-floss; bring
You books in many different languages, more
For my own sake than yours –
free dreams about dunya
by Easter Mukora
one a.m: i am looking at quotes from the Waking Life and ran into ‘dream is destiny.’ it’s one of those things i never thought i would remember to associate with you, which might be weird because it’s literally written on you. it’s so late into the night that it’s morning and i am better off waking up than sleeping. so i am writing. i still don’t understand what dream is destiny means. i will rewatch it again next week. or some week when it comes up and i want to watch more than i want to write. or if you waltz into my life again when you app finally works. teknolojia! how does anybody know when they’re telling the truth
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