On the “you can’t blame the government” sentiment…
Tag: Prose
teetering
of reluctant lingering in the place of hollow bodies
on anarchy in the disaster state: reflections on Bakunin’s fanatic love of liberty
a stream of consciousness on the state amidst the coronavirus pandemic
mama don’t call me dirty
of ptsd
vaginismus
isn’t it a wonder that the body can know the spirit so well?
still.dark.hollow
“home is not where you were born, home is where all attempts to escape cease”- naguib mahfouz
scour
on love and sex
indefatigable
of memory and existentialism
the strangers
choosing light
the block
i have written myself out of darkness, never did i imagine that fog would freeze my pen