I used to love the roads
as well as blood loves vein
fleeing from
running to
the geographies of other maps
where my race
charted like a cartographer’s
fantasy
finds itself obscured
by the deviance of our desire
in all my darkness i have never lost the way nor forgotten the words of this lamentation
La Sirena, Hotel Belmar Galeria, Mexico photo Kaushalya Bannerji, 2018
Global Warning
A motorcycle revs up the evening somewhere a man forces himself between a child’s legs A silk-clad woman drinks her solitude into stupor A father afraid of hungry tomorrows breaks through a picket line Dishonour is painful and carries a thousand names.
I am a chronically ill queer artist and writer. I have a number of degrees in higher education and have spent most of my life interested and active in social movements against racism, militarism, misogyny and homophobia. Over the course of my life, I have worked in the world of alternate news, translation, law, teaching, and with progressive cultures, music, poetry, performers, and artists. I speak and understand a few languages and plan to share media in them on this blog. I am a poetry, art, music, and nature lover with an especial fondness for cats!
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