Art and reading save me from bitterness. Daily.
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.
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: - 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? ...