What’s Mine Is Yours
I won’t delve into any cliché of offering my heart or my soul, that blackened tripe, or my bones, which glow so sickly white, As a gesture of my love. No, I don’t like to promise what I can’t keep, […]
What’s Mine Is Mine
Mine are the walls these finger tips have felt. Mine is the skin this ink has pierced. Mine are the bruises this body has bore. Mine is the weight these shoulders have carried. Mine are the goosebumps this skin has […]
Amour Fou
I danced terribly, sang worse. Cut off more of my hair I smoked too much Drank in excess Spent what little I had on nothing to show. Spoke in two tongues I lived in pure bliss. I cried tears of […]
A Letter From The Editor
Everything is ours. The world revolves around you, and everything you see is tainted by that, dripping in the significant, or lack off, that you grant it. The park is holding hands for the first time, the candle you light […]
Mixed Identity
You’re four years old. It’s your first day of a new school and everyone is excited to meet you, or rather, touch you. They circle you, hands grabbing your hair. “It’s so bouncy! Fluffy! Messy! Do you wash it? Do […]
Fenix
It’s 1960. My grandma arrives in Brazil. She doesn’t speak the language, she doesn’t know anybody. She feels lost and confused. She misses Spain and her family but she’s determined to make a new life out of these ashes. She […]
Spring, Summer, Your Hand In Mine
22/5/17 When the day forces us to part, you to your work, I to mine, I feel the tug of withdrawal symptoms from your second-hand smoke; tingling on my lips, static into the shape of letters of words not to […]
Stigma-ta Wounds
In my field of vision, I feel like the enchained African, enslaved Daily bigotry encumbers the days; Impairs my cognition; flood of theta waves Double consciousness Creator and destroyer of self-confidence Seeing myself through the coloured White view, The Stigma-ta […]