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Until the Nile itself becomes a god.
From the archives: a lyric essay to honour my grandmother.
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Girls slip out at dawn
And some exciting news!
Sep 4 • 
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There are no mistakes here
A poem from Nakesoro Market, Kampala.
Aug 28 • 
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After Mt. St. Helen’s erupted, the first species to return was a ballooning spider.
Return looks like this.
Aug 21 • 
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No apologies.
Poem for the early mornings.
Aug 14 • 
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Field Notes VI: The original Bluetooth
Interviewing a traditional healer.
Aug 14 • 
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Your first scar is not your last scar.
Prose poem for hot August days.
Aug 7 • 
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The future tastes like papaya
ripe belly full soft orange.
Jul 31 • 
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A broken tulip by Maaike
A broken tulip by Maaike
Every Thursday, an offering: a lyric essay, a poem or a deep dive into an art piece. Each one a question that hovers like bees around the hive of place and rupture. We'll do our best to follow the questions home.
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