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tag your bestie and come write poems about how much you appreciate each other!
join us in our next workshop on BEST FRIENDS & THE LOVE THEY BRING INTO OUR LIVES💞
held as a birthday celebration for dear friend & co-founding Orchardist, Blossom🌸🍵 all ticket sales go to her!!!
tag your bestie and come write poems about how much you appreciate each other!
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join us in our next workshop on BEST FRIENDS & THE LOVE THEY BRING INTO OUR LIVES💞
held as a birthday celebration for dear friend & co-founding Orchardist, Blossom🌸🍵 all ticket sales go to her!!!
tag your bestie and come write poems about how much you appreciate each other!
join nashira in this workshop centering radical self love! you are invited to join no matter what state of self-esteem you are. even if you don't think you want to write about yourself, you never know what other things you might write about!
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golden shovel, after Terrance Hayes borrows from the first four lines of the prayer Hail Holy Queen
Half a millennium of this, do we hail:
a thousand islands of something holy
in our bones in the soil. The queen
of first bites and betrayal, she is our mother –
the first one, that is, before anything holy. History
itches to say more. Celebrate and have mercy
upon the victors who buried and bled out our
mothers. 500 years of half-promised life,
harmonizing in a language simmered with our
own. It is the tang of the broth, a sweetness
of faith painted with the buried sand and
roots of what was home. Half a millennium, our
blinking consciousness: the rehearsed litany of hope.
Sing now, my sister Marys, sing and clap to
the statues and stone churches built over land you
are buried beneath. You the immaculate, do
not wander or stray amid questions. We
do not question the victor. We do not cry
for the wealth of forgotten earth. The poor
souls of those centuries ago, banished
from the stone paradise they built. Children
grew into ghosts and spoke only of
Mary’s grace, we do not ask or sing of Eve.
i am the hand that feeds me, and the teeth, and the wound
and i told Her i would try, that i’ll see what impossible goods
these hands can do, if you believe in me.
as pride month comes to a close, we’re thrilled to present a prompt-based mini chapbook from the poets at wlwocpoetrynet! DOWNLOAD IT FOR FREE HERE.
Hey, I don’t recall if I have been open about this off-twitter, but May of this year, my dad died. He was 70. He was working abroad at the time, but due to the p*ndemic, had to evacuate. My brother, mother, and I live in Guatemala, but my dad was unable to retun and instead flew to Denmark, where my dad’s family is from. On the 14th of May, I woke up to learn my dad passed suddenly in his sleep. I was really close to him, and I’m still struggling to accept what’s happened.
I wasn’t able to bury him. Only one of his sons and a few relatives were able to put him to rest.
We are a mixed race family asking for help. It is in Danish krone, but there is a USD converter on the page!
For various, long-standing financial issues, my dad was working well past retirement age to support me, my brother, and mom, right up until he passed. Unfortunately, my older brothers are unable to support us, and it’s been hard for me and my brother to care for my immigrant mother who I’m scared we will be separated from. This GoFund Me will help cover rent, living expenses, mine and my brother’s education, and the move back to Denmark (so we can be closer to family, take care of our mom, and finally heal).
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There are further details on the page, but please share and contribute if you can! It will help so much.
Alternatively, I write poetry! If you dm me w/ a screenshot of your donation, I will write you a poem! Deadlines will be a bit wonky and I may not be able to get to everyone who asked, but I will do my very best! ❤️
“sunlight” by maria helena | shylovers | ko-fi
custom poetry commission for @thegemem. commission me here!
[inspired by “sunlight” by hozier. transcription below.]
just a v quick sketch bc I’ve been busy with uni recently! anyway.. thinking abt butches
i know criticizing the south as being backwards and regressive is all the rage right now, but actually the south is home to some of the most visionary, radical, progressive activists in the whole damn country and yes i will die on this hill. georgia flipping blue is a testament to those activists and hopefully gives you a taste of just how important this work is, and how these southern organizations need our support now more than ever.
people who live in progressive/liberal areas need to stop scapegoating the south and start working with us for our collective liberation. what happened in georgia is great, but it’s unfair to rely on the most marginalized to save us (white people) from ourselves. on that note, hey fellow white people! we didn’t invent white supremacy, but we inherited it. it’s up to us to demolish it, and fall in line with BIPOC-led organizations who are doing the work. you can (and should) help even if you don’t live in the south.
here’s a list of southern organizations doing great work and how to donate to support them.
if you know of great southern orgs, especially if they’re local to you, please add them! if you live in the south and don’t know of any orgs, i guarantee there is a stacey abrams doing great work near you. get engaged with local efforts for equality!
this isn’t joe biden’s win. this is the victory of black organizers who ran grassroots campaigns on the ground. this is the victory of the young people who used social media to get out the vote. this is the victory of the women, POC, hispanic americans, muslim americans, LGBTQ+ americans, and angry americans who have been fighting for breath for centuries. the fight isn’t over, but it’s ours to win.
Everyone say it with me: THANK YOU BLACK VOTERS AND ORGANIZERS
If you're celebrating Biden's win, consider celebrating by donating to a bail fund, planned parenthood, or the Navajo Water project.
Your action to help the marginalized shouldnt end at presidential candidates and voting.
last page of a poem i wrote / “under the endless white wash of the sun’s glow, it feels like she could be anything. that she might even be janus himself, god of doorways, god of beginnings and endings, transitions and duality”
And vinegar (with the mother), turmeric, cayenne, lemon juice, something else I forgot,
And honey to help you get it down
When you wake up, before you eat,
and right before bed.
A girl in a YouTube video promised I’d lose a couple pounds a day if I stuck to it
And I might’ve for a day and a half,
I was always easily disheartened and never perfect on the first try.
The ingredients and the empty mug still sit in my room
In a grocery bag hiding from my family’s questions.
I’m learning that I’ve never seen my body for what it was,
How tedious it is to fix something you learned wrong from the start
And how a stomach is supposed to bulge and spill over.
I’m learning not to conjure up old memories of mean middle schoolers and not to dwell.
On good nights, I drink my green tea and honey, I don’t weigh myself the next morning,
The spices go in the kitchen cabinet for my grandma.
valentin. “green tea”, prompt from wlwocpoetrynet.
