1(a leaf falls)
Residue, Warsan Shire
I give myself five days to forget you.
On the first day I rust.
On the second I wilt.
On the third day I sit with friends but I think about your tongue. 84 more words
6 days, 2 hours
12 Degrees & Skiving
I’m currently devouring Warsan’s collection Teaching My Mother How to Give Birth (NB: For Women Who Are Difficult to Love is not part of this collection). 54 more words
3 weeks, 5 days
Today I went to The Writing Room, a creative development course programme run by Apples and Snakes. This one was led by a favourite poet of mine, … 368 more words
3 weeks, 6 days
Live & Learn
The sun is perfect and you woke this morning.
You have enough language in your mouth to be understood.
You have a name, and someone wants to call it. 91 more words
Trapped In This Human Body.
“…and you tried to change didn’t you?
closed your mouth more
tried to be softer
less volatile, less awake…
you can’t make homes out of human beings… 33 more words
If I had to chose which of the many forms of media I would hate to give up – TV, dvd, ipod, ipad, laptop – it is an almost impossible task but I know, really deep down, it would probably be the radio. 880 more words
HOW-TOs & WHAT-IFs, in QUEER PINAY form.
I almost met Warsan Shire back in 2013 at the Bay Area Arab Women’s Conference, where she did a poetry reading from her book Teaching My Mother How to Give Birth… 545 more words