You don't say that we are dying if we are standing amid a war. You say that we are living. through our hands in the debris, our walls falling, and roofs shattering. Our bodies are bleeding from the bones. You don't say we are breaking. You say we are making. An alphabet a time. you … Continue reading In war, the love shields
Poetry
Motherhood of the winter
blood rushes in veins of leaves, a plant dies under the frost and winter becomes an unearthly mother with an abandoned womb. here in the her barren womb nothing grows out of love but hatred perpetuates through roots, the over dried leaves are epiphany of the season of ungrateful mothers, the flower wilt after two … Continue reading Motherhood of the winter
The Poetic Elixir 
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