STONES
My mother is my education My father is the carrier of the stones he is the mountain he is the shrine to the moon at the top Now I carry...
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THE SEA WITHIN
My notebook drowned, in the blocks of blue, in the sea within drew the light out to the end Of this pen’s last lick of ink To the blocks...
FILTER
We pour ourselves like coffee filtered through those we love and out again and the more porous we become the further the chambers open to...
ARAB
Today, I want to be an Arab But as I wake up and let the morning hours roll softly into my eyes, I realise that I am not The knowledge...
CRUST
It is disheartening, this feeling of simply being a piece of crust the crust of the earth. the crust of your lips. the crust where the...
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