snowfall in April
and when i
bow
my
head
against
the
bite
of
the
wind
it is with
a sense of
shame at my
defeat by the
hand of misery.
April 13, 2025
snowfall in April
and when i
bow
my
head
against
the
bite
of
the
wind
it is with
a sense of
shame at my
defeat by the
hand of misery.
April 13, 2025
knowing,
i need no longer speak.
April 13, 2025
even if there is no hope
for a better
life
at
least
i have loved
FIERCELY
loved
a
man
as a wife.
April 6, 2025
the worst lies are those that
separate us
from our racial identity,
for that is a negation of the soul.
March 30, 2025
The aesthetic of the Aryan
is the love of all beautiful things.
March 30, 2025
We can neither remember
nor forget what we never knew.
We can neither forgive nor avenge.
We can neither grieve nor honor.
We can only wander like lost souls
in an underworld hollowed out by deceit,
a people untethered from the horrors of
a family history stolen by a cadre of
shameless liars.
March 30, 2025
the little houses stare
back at me.
peaceful.
attentive.
as if all I have
to do is reach out
and they'll take us in.
March 30, 2025
some day
some warm place
will take me in and
i will curl up
curl up
and
sleep
March 30, 2025
If you know where it is, you might
not know how to get there.
If you know how to get there,
it doesn't matter where it is.
March 30, 2025
broken things
are constellations
of
stars over
blackest Heaven.
March 15, 2025
Air is free, sound is free, words are free. To believe otherwise is to be enslaved.