August 2011
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Art and reading save me from bitterness. Daily.
Transition
This past weekend:
The conclusion of a Saturn Return.
A glorious fro-hawk and a rose for each year of my life.
Gin and tonics washing down birthday cupcakes.
Burning gifts from envelopes in back pockets.
Wu-tang and old Run DMC T-shirts.
Waking up with a desire to write.
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warsan versus melancholy.: what they did yesterday... →
One of my favorite poets is a young Somali woman living in London. If you don’t know Warsan Shire’s work, please get familiar.
warsanshire:
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they set my aunts house on fire
i cried the way women on tv do
folding at the middle
like a five pound note.
i called the boy who use to love me
tried to ‘okay’ my voice
i said hello
he said warsan, what’s wrong, what’s happened?
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