A clove, a clutch, a trussell A bramble, a bundle and rush Buffoons, balloons, the fools Are tools, rust sweat at noon they must. The nails all rolled and wrangled In the endless tussle fuss, But never rough the newfangled They rather would gather dust. All while thorns for horn wood Thatch the thistle born … Continue reading a flower, a tool (a poem)
Feminism
Blindmen (a poem)
Women no longer tolerate the male gaze falling upon themselves. It is always molestation.
Why is she beautiful? (a poem)
Her beauty laid in the grace with which she handled hearts, how she knew where the cracks of hurt were, without even asking.
“Sexism in the world of literature… what’s your story?” (an informal essay)
The publishing and media industries peddle to our sense of sympathy and morality in desperate attempts to not be absorbed by their competitors. They accomplish this by keeping company missions in line with the majority opinions on various social media platforms. Everything about our lives, down to our opinions, is actively being collected and sold by data harvesting corporations. Our way of thinking is up for sale.
Us
Sick with despair Sick of this anger I can barely Stand the sight of you And your ungrateful face So I smack it Just hard enough For a little satisfaction But you merely recover And spit in my eye So I wipe it slowly Like a hunter Just enough motion That the prey Does not … Continue reading Us
