our anger has no ability to destabilise they have grown accustomed to our anger. our anger is their profit deliberately deliberately they anger us the more we scream cry destroy ourselves the more they line their pockets thicken and bulge with the acidity of our anger our anger is so profitable they now sell... Continue Reading →
wishing for stories of black fairies
a cinematic wish-list
amidst the smoke, drums and fire- heal, I plead.
prose and verse on intergenerational trauma and healing
