Ether and Dust
The ether is out there and my ear points in the wind
Noises, crackles, static
voices inbetween
strangers on the ether
Mountains and hills
from the dust of the stars
Dust - compacted into rock
Compacted into coal
The coal in my hand
lines of dust on paper
for the eye to see
for the mouth to tell
to a stranger
on the ether
Candles in the dark
Candles in the dark,
tumbling through space.
The world of dreams
I do not have concious memories of my early childhood but my dreams are set in a world clearly seen through the eyes of a toddler. Over the decades I identified the real world places those dreams take place. This is a dream world built from the city and wider area I live in to this day.
Slipping away
As I sleep on a sloped plane, the wet concrete is becoming my friend.
No Way out
No words
Ar-Raheem, please have mercy on our souls.
White Noise
A poem from an insomanic mind
Vulvacore
Angry poetry about a trans woman’s existence in white feminist spaces. Raw and jaggered as a trannie’s jaw line.
The Beat
A short glimpse beneath the armor.
