Even though you can’t. Despite the fact that you and I will retire to our separate corners as you swim away and leave the lighthouse devoid of illumination. And I know it’s not what it could be but the way it ended was the fault…
Category: Marathon Poem
Frida Kahlo – Hour One
I very much enjoy the conversations you and I have in my head, The rambling dialogues cast from my bed (For different reasons I am anchored to mine much of the time) Where we find comfort in commonalities – Teachers who valued connection over hierarchy;…
Beginning
I never dare to look at you Except when I take pictures of you in my mind And that happens always…
1 – My History Lives On My Skin
I am struck by the ease with which we can permanently mark ourselves Pieces of past hastily patched onto my skin in the form of Ugly makeshift collagen, stitching over my damage Nourished and replenished with the rest of me as a part of the…
To Gaze
She writes gazes in metaphors, Using pen to paper as conviction, She throws shade beneath her shades, Choosing her words precisely, She cuts into emotional baggage of readers, before bringing it to life in moving imagery, Does she ever distract her reader from gazing towards…
FLAWLESS IMPERFECTION
Hour 1 Flawless Imperfection She worried about her shortcomings It kept her up at night and often interrupted her day to day What could she do to be, you know, better Take a class maybe or practice or seek help from others whose…
Talk To Me
She doesn’t stand more than five feet tall. She’s proud of her height, looks older than she is. Her hair is blond and curly. She dreams of it dark and tame. She raises her head to look straight into my eyes. “Who are you?” She…
Painful Wakeup, Hour 1
Once more under black velvet pinpricked by cosmic light Once again conduct muses to give voice to this silent night Once again sculpt from Eris’ random form into ordered lines Once more into the depths of infinite Mind… She stirred my depths to percolate what…
Hour 1: An Ode to Qandeel
I met her on the news, on stories in my phone, the glories of her tale Allegories of her name, Ring broken and omitted in legal records of her shame I claim, her pain, her shame, her crime Each time I dare dream of the…
HER
Shoot her with your hurtful words Like a balloon, she will float up in the sky Cut her with your sharp actions Like a kite, she will, after a try, fly high Burn her with your hateful eyes Like a phoenix, she will rise and…