Gender Euphoria is a collection of stories about gender, by trans, non-binary and intersex people across a range of professions and ages. What this anthology does, is show two things. Firstly, that the issue of gender dysphoria and subtle discrimination, can basically be anywhere. Hearing people talk about their experiences with being of a non-cisContinue reading “Gender Euphoria – MINI REVIEW”
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Tokyo | NaPoWriMo #19
Tell me, you city of resounding solitutude, how many leaves shall fall until I breathe your wintry air again? Because, my trees are replicas, fakes, pinks that could not pass in your skyscraper walls. How I long to be wrapped in their embrace one more, and hear a language that is more sweet song thanContinue reading “Tokyo | NaPoWriMo #19”
Water | NaPoWriMo #18
as I write this, i am drinking a glass of water. why am i writing about it, you ask? well, i can’t think of what else to write. if i asked someone what to write about they’d say ‘anything that comes to mind’ and the first thing that comes to my mouth is this glassContinue reading “Water | NaPoWriMo #18”
Chicken/Egg | NaPoWriMo #6
This is my first major speech as Prime Minister β and I am going to address the first priority of this government: transforming our economy. What came first? The chicken or the egg. Today, Britain is at a turning point. The decisions we make now will live with us for decades to come. For manyContinue reading “Chicken/Egg | NaPoWriMo #6”
Pastiche
An amalgamation of one or two lines from every poem I’ve written for my AgoraPoetry series! Enjoy thatβs like clouds without the sky. my voice has its own poweran ignition, somewhere. as though a faraway brush has brought us all into existence up up and up it is no surprise now the whispers of warmthContinue reading “Pastiche”
Arbor: A Visual Poem
Ahhhh~
this tea, was made byso many hands,i cannot count them alleach leaf gently kissedeach finger and as i sip,each of theirnameless handsdissolves oneach of my tastebudswith a satisfying ahhhhhhhhhhhhh.
Anxiety Retold: A Haiku, Part #2
now, you are a friend,old anxiety, present,breathing out, lightly.
The Painter
Photocopied trees circle me,And I feel as though I am being painted,As though a far away brush has brought us all into existence– Then a child runs too carelessly,falls on their face,And the painting is slightly torn.
ζ₯ζ¬γ«δ½γΏγγ [I want to live in Japan]
ζ₯ζ¬γ«δ½γΏγγ = I want to live in Japan.
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