and i ask myself
“do you think he romanticizes
the wrong things like you do?
do you think the words are about you?”
A drive that starts in the late evening as the sunset is accompanied by a light drizzle of rain, nevertheless, you’re still able to see the golden wisps of hope in the horizon – far, but not completely out of reach. It’s as if your car were on the highway tumbling into the page of a fairy-tale, as if it’s okay to leave behind everything and everyone you’ve ever come to know and simply run away with a box of love letters and an old cardigan that reminds you of your youth.
Recently brought to light by a tsunami of Tweets and Instagram posts, tech-savvy youngsters have once again brought it upon themselves to shed light on the darkest places we have created on Earth. Let me be very clear about the following topic: Yemen has been thrown headfirst into an abyss of the worst humanitarian crisis the world has ever borne witness to, and we have failed – yet again – to deliver justice.
It has been five days since George Floyd was murdered in the custody of four police officers in Minneapolis, Minnesota. Yes, murdered is the correct term for it and if you’re not comfortable with that, you won’t be for the rest of the article either.
Breonna Taylor was twenty-six when she took eight fatal shots from a police.
She thought someone had broken into her house.
George Floyd was forty-six when his neck was knelt on by a police officer.
And he died.
They all died.
March 13, 1964. This date means nothing to most of us; some of us weren’t even born yet. Kew Gardens, Queens, New York City. The same goes for this venue, some of us have never been there. Yet for one Catherine “Kitty” Genovese, it was the date and place that ensured her death.
blue jay, caged
it’s feathers, shed
I see she no longer beats around for the key
she no longer sings
cage bars grown dull and sullen
so has she
City of Girls isn’t a quick, easy read of a girl who trades her life for alcohol and sex, nor is it a satirical story about a girl who simply accepts life as it is handed to her, no. The account of Vivian Morris’s life is one witty commentary on someone who has once had everything, then nothing, and through it all, managed to build her definition of independence and love.
in the morning, she gets out of bed, being pulled up by the moon
and sometimes it’s a little sad, but she makes it seem just fine
the wild strands of her hair reminds her of yesterday—
how the castles fell apart again after she had rebuilt them with her own two hands
With Wuhan as the center of the pandemic, the virus worked its way out of China and has since brought about outbreaks of the disease in the Americas, Asia, Europe, Africa, and Australia. As COVID-19 takes up headlines and Twitter feeds, we see governments implementing quarantines to ‘flatten the curve’, medical professionals working around the clock to save lives, and the public reacting in both acceptably decent and extraordinarily peculiar ways.
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