“I lay there silently, hoarding my small dignity. I did not ask about the gate or the closet. I did not question the bedtime ritual where, on the cold bathroom tiles, I was spread out daily and examined for … Continue reading
Category Archives: poetry
Elle est debout sur mes paupières Et ses cheveux sont dans les miens, Elle a la forme de mes mains, Elle a la couleur de mes yeux, Elle s’engloutit dans mon ombre Comme une pierre sur le ciel. Elle a … Continue reading
Lighting penetrates the tree & a deluge heals its wounded trunk.
My friend Safia writes/composes/dreams up these incredible worlds of perception and sensation. (i will not tell you) my skin rips at the mention of your name find your scent across cities see red for days after we touch arms bruised … Continue reading
They mutilate they torment each other with silences with words as if they had another life to live they do so as if they had forgotten that their bodies are inclined to death that the insides of (wo)men easily break … Continue reading
I was talking to a friend about poetry a few days ago. Moreover, they were just listening while I went on and on. I don’t have many poetry-lovin friends. 9:22:33 PM Number 6 (Magdalena): Poetry is difficult to love. I love … Continue reading
I like to stay up late into the night and dream. Photo and design by me.