Animosity- the word taints my palate already, nesting this once again rage. I wake to tales of animosity, breaking my fast of evening, my insides churn into a blood batter of the cortisol passed down […]
are you well rested? a celestial commotion is well underway. body forth your autumnal awe, gentle and moving to and fro the changing seasons, the burying of red flesh, fallen prey, oceans away. and yes. […]
When the Port of Beirut exploded a little over a month ago, I was only two streets away. In a matter of a few seconds, the entire world around me felt like an open wound. […]
Yet alive, I shall not let fall my apricot sun never will I shake, shake my ancestry loose nor will I scrape off those days of old off my skin before it catches rust. I […]
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