My heart is not so small that it cannot ache for the many; my conscience is not so limited as the number of words on my tongue; and my attentions do not only bend with the curve of my lover's spine. i am human and we have an uncanny knack for feeling with every star … Continue reading the universe is ever-expanding
First published in the Northeastern University Political Review Photo by John Francis Peters for the New York Times Compton, California has birthed its fair share of artists who have gone on to make a mark in the rap and hip hop industry, but it’s Dr. Dre’s protege, Kendrick Lamar who has taken the industry by … Continue reading From K-Dot to Kunta: the New Fate of Kendrick Lamar
a fun fact about bruises; the throb lasts about as long as the memory that accompanied the blow; and as far as battle-scars go, registering bluepurpleblack with vague surprise Feels like a posthumous victory Sounds like a retroactive yield & Looks like my own smile reflected back in a blade, diamond-sharp; a will that cuts. … Continue reading poetry dump, take one
I woke up to morning breeze, Like a lover's kiss against chapped lips Like the barest caress over erstwhile tired skin, Like a sweet Whisper Good Morning, And I vowed to keep my window open If only to wake up in love every day.
My skin crawls fervent; horrified — and the sound it makes is Morse. The code intones the following words: “It’s over, it happened — It’s Done.” Some say comfort is luxury And my flesh? Derelict. But if will truly comes from ones heart, then the braille on my breast says "Go on."
Whisper sweet, gentle; speak as if you are autumn breeze & sea salt in waltz. Spew not vitriol (that black oil over virgin blue) reject the poison of sharp tongues & double-edged oaths. Though satin your voice, intent is fire: don't damp your manifesto.
If wit cuts yours eviscerates and I am holding in my intestines, keeled over on ashen, craggy knees. One day, I may say you once shell-shocked me but the stitches in my side will have never gone away: you that sewed me whole will have split me open with a laugh.
Snowflakes, your kisses sneak through my open window, like kindred spirits. Vast sheets, virgin white, rendered unkind by footsteps:corrupted too fast. With trepidation I leave warm sanctuary: it's fucking snowing. Murky-iced water, I plunge, unknowing: wet socks - I'm so fucking done. Cocooned, I lay wrapped in the mantle of winter, get me out of here. Winter … Continue reading new england winter in haiku
05/26/1994 I took Leah to visit Loïc at the hospital today. I’ve been trying to keep her from seeing her father at this stage – there are a lot of wires, cords, IVs around and on my Loïc – and I don’t want her to worry about him. She’s still the beautiful, bright, sweet girl … Continue reading Love, Dinah
My grandfather passed away when I was 14 years old. I may not have been as close to him as my brother was but I’d like to think my dada – Urdu for grandfather – was privy to the moment every star in my figurative sky aligned and made me recognize what I wanted from … Continue reading I got off the armchair