POEM | Nesting
i make it so that that every place i live is my home so i put my bed on the wall closest to the window, always furthest from the door, always i keep my window open, always except the one in this new place has been painted shut and […]
It’s not as if
I’ve ever wanted more than to write so I do now on a plane as it lurches into the sky through clouds that bump anxiety into the open – and I promise whatever god’s at hand to do better – inhabit my life and understand the yawn and ache of it. This poem was originally […]
Fox
I found the fox in a boxed grave of field – a bale of dandelions, wheatgrass, wild poppy and thistle. If it were possible for the sky to be scythed and squared into a cut of night the way a field could be baled, I’d be buried this way in a grave of stars. This […]
into the moonlight, away from me
you stepped into the moonlight away from me smoke curling around […]
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Fridays in the Park (or how to make a boy holy)
& i can’t help but notice his hips first, bumbag slung low, as the train doors open at Roxburgh Park. & i take in the trackies, his shadowed jaw, the slabs of concrete arcing over him. & as Arab boys are timeless or else stuck in time, i breathe easier in their pause, their familiar […]
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Tagged Omar Sakr, Poetry, Son of Sin
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