writing
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Eve and My Mother
Evil women are not allowed to exist. And what a pity— they’re so good at it. Men are evil by default, but somehow most lack the aptitude and intelligence to thrive in their malice. Witnessing a women commit a vicious act is invigorating. It’s like watching Eve eat the apple, every bite a defiance against…
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Chosen
I don’t have a sister, but I do have a best friend. She’s been a part of my life ever since I could call it that. She is the left brain to my right one, the yin to my yang— the perfect balance to my decrepit existence. I met Kajayla Boyd in the summer of…
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Free Spirit: The Labor of Flowers
Roses have names. So do flowers and their plants. Most people don’t know this fact about them, but most people do not receive flowers while living. In the last years of being a florist, I’ve learned lots about people. The lovers, the cheaters, the nostalgic, and everyone else buying them for someone else. I grew…
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trust
there’s river that flow through these meadows the brooks of my thighs hold water so tightly, unleashed into rivers oceans of my love seep into my holy drink it’s enchanting magic let me love you let me tell you cosmic secrets show you openings into this universe a reality only shared by two me and…
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idalina
must i always question you who holds time space is their existence the multiverse expressed in love painful turmoils of its manifestations do you know yourself? do you call your ugly a home, sit in its lies and cry rivers of falsities the unfulfilled truths you tell yourself shake this reality blossom into forever let…
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sinonimos
fighting to freeze points in nature venture into zero the infinite line of god expressed in singularity who are we if not speckles of existence a mere glance into forevers daunted into time may my hope live freely may it rest on your shoulders may it become a beacon for our gods may we find…
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armand
how do you water yourself when all the exists is fire flames erupt where you touch chaos born out of despair for a breath of air a grounding earth and eternal water in my ashes, may the black charcoal indulge life once again formulate a coexistence with this watered life may it mulch into particles…
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friends are for me.
jan 27, 20204 at 10:34 am to my friends, i have always felt alone in many ways i am a child of survival, surviving but i have friends chosen family sisters and brothers and play cousins people who care for me in their own unique ways methods as valid as my avoidance of them kajayla…
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before.
finding you in space just to escape in time a tango, the swirl of galaxies dancing to our heart in beats unheard seen, felt, seismic in the ways it shakes an earth unmovable breaking the bond of covenants made eons ago who are we if not the same speckle of experience, of a moment of…
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me and handala
we hold our backs to the west stern in its unwavering violence i haven’t been able to put to words what it’s been, but who am i? naji al-ali drew those feelings, some decades ago. these atrocities did not start in october 7. they did not start in 1948. palestinians endured the savagery of colonializers…
the intricacies of idalina 