Honey Conductor by Rasha Abdulhadi
o my snowy valentines scatter in drifts across Chicago, eight inches thick…
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o my snowy valentines scatter in drifts across Chicago, eight inches thick…
Read MoreApr 12, 2021
We went then, you and I
to the warehouses spread out beneath the sky…
Dec 13, 2020
On a journey
long, long, ago
Afrofuturism was long-sought…
Dec 13, 2020
transmission from the Sonic Resisters, voice unknown/What i am is fugitive…
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Braced against skyscraper, he clawed at webs of malty stars…
Read MoreJun 15, 2020
It’s a common enough thing,
a quarter, a fortune…
Mar 15, 2020
Your grimace is the pathos that belies your claw, ready to strike…
Read MoreJun 16, 2019
The old satellite dish
technology’s word made whole
in mute obsolescence stands
motor frozen…
Mar 18, 2019
I always thought we’d go out in a big way, like the dinosaurs did. With a nuclear winter or…
Read MoreAug 20, 2018
1. You wake to fog, fire, fevers. The second day of reckoning.
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