November 29, 2019

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by Shaghayegh Ghezlayagh

I think of my footsteps.

My mother's back breaking.

My father's heart breaking.

It's all breaking.

I think of this language.

My Farsi is poetry. Soft silk nestled against my tongue. Beauty, beauty, and more beauty, all s...

October 3, 2019

Image: Flickr | Edmund Garman 

The wind whipped against my face as I stood on the edge of the cliff. My heartbeat increased from inside of my chest, hammering so hard that I was convinced my rib cage would break.

I looked towards Sarah.

"Are you ready?" She asked.

I took a...

May 13, 2019

Judith watched as the rain pattered down outside her window. Well, not her window, technically, the hospice owned it – but they were doing her the awfully pleasant service of giving her food and a bed to sleep in, all for free! Oh the glories of being aged, nobody expe...

November 15, 2018

At first, the leaves shift cherry red, orange and yellow until thinning to a crisp brown. Heavy curtains of leaves folded over fences, until drying into fragile threads of branches under the skies cooling shade of blue.

Old Man walks through a dimming alleyway, hands tu...

November 14, 2018

I hit my teeth on the glass as I wrench the remaining liquid down my throat. It’s duller than it was last time, but still I can feel it: That burn. That familiar comforting burn that anaesthetises and yet enhances everything. That beat is throbbing in the pit of my sto...

November 9, 2018

     “Ma,” the stitched together girl says. “Ma, it’s dead.”

     Ma bends down and looks at the pigeon lying like a broken heart on the cobblestones.

    “Ma.” The stitched together girl’s eyes are bright blue, ready to overflow.

    “Hush now.”...

October 12, 2018

I wrote this poem when I felt as if my voice was being silenced by those around me

I wrote this poem, aware of the stereotypes about black people

To you, for you

How many times do you look into the mirror?

Maybe once twice, a couple of times?

Well the times I gaze upon...

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