revolution
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Abandoned Verses from News of a Ceasefire
How do I carry you to the next expanse of silence Push these disheartened vessels towards the next markers of safety a cubic mile of sky visited only by kites and feathered friends Can you run to living at a walking pace to the home whose walls are lonely bones of a defaced promise but… Continue reading
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I Hope They Never Find You
I hope you’re safe. I hope each day tastes like justice. I hope you have space to mourn for those you’ve lost whether it’s a loved one who didn’t get a fighting chance or a future you labored for damned to debt and disease by a number crunching machine. I hope you can mourn uninterrupted… Continue reading
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Throw yourselves on the gears of the mass killing machine
Some days I am the body that stops a bullet. Some days I am the path of the bullet missing its mark. Some days I am clarity, unaccounted for and loaded into the chamber, primed for its moment. Some days the collateral is an entire universe. Some days exit wounds are lifetimes. Some days there… Continue reading
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A Love Letter for the Children
Leave space for dreaming, my beloveds, I’m sorry that most of your memories of me are of rushing, talking about the big and cruel world preparing you for the big and scary future concepts and contexts flooding, obeying, legislating, blowing up you, puzzle pieces in a chaotic big picture that takes too much effort to… Continue reading
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Midwifing the Dawn
While you were sleeping, a new world is being born. While you are carrying on like business as usual, there are those laboring through the endless, eviscerating darkness to push this painfully evolved, radically imagined world into being, carrying what’s worth saving across the threshold and leaving everything else to burn. The new world is… Continue reading
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On College Campus Liberated Zones
I, too, had teachers who cared about meas I sought the truth.About the world, its foundation in injustices,its official whitewashed narratives,and what festers underneath;and about myself, where I woulddecide to stand in all of it. I, too, had been morally and ethicallychallenged, potent words casually thrownduring lectures irritating my comfort likean oyster and calcifying into… Continue reading
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A Molotov, the Molotov in Flames, the Flames themselves
There is so much to burn. We patiently peel back the layers and get horrified each time by what we find. Behind us, next generations claw their way down the same path and find the same horrors. We tried to warn you, we say, just as the ones before us had warned us. How deep… Continue reading
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The Supreme Court is debating whether it should be considered a crime for the homeless to sleep outside.
We are not the crumbs they leave us. We are not the lack we exist in, the lack that is their creation. Artificial. Not us. We are not even the resilience that the lack brings out in us. Not the survival habits we build around our hopes and loneliness like a box, not the makeshift… Continue reading
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For the Poets of Palestine
for refusing to let these ripe conditions for despair condemn their metaphors, for the collective memory of generations, for olive trees only uprooted in this world (this dunya is temporary) for love in the shape of roots calling to the land, connected to the land even in the gnarled grace of diaspora even as they… Continue reading
Rampant & Golden 