Hymn

My    body    is    a    pillar in  a  dust   storm,   eroded by a million tiny violences until it exhales into shapelessness Continue reading →

Outside Girl

Walking   down   the   street is like riding a rollercoaster without  a harness:  hold on tight,  and  if  it’s  over  fast Continue reading →

Our talk got a little heated.

He was telling me the purpose of war was peace, that the bombing of children stopped hatred.   He was Continue reading →