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Thursday, December 6, 2018
The Help
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She came to my home straight from the village, from the border between Kenya and Tanzania. She had never worked for anyone. She had never...
Friday, February 26, 2016
I put tulips under the pillows and set fire to the house
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I thought it would be poetic - even if nobody would ever know. As if the smell of tulips would rage with the fire and burn with the memories...
becoming her
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I am haunted by the idea of becoming that woman in the narrow streets with her billowing buibui and kohl lined eyes who reveals more...
Thursday, February 25, 2016
male justice
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they descended on her like dogs let loose from a cage they normally cannot leave on prey they normally cannot touch at least in the day ...
Wednesday, September 30, 2015
her voice
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I read a poem in reaction to the strippings in town and loved it so much I had to share it here: disappearing women several years ago, i...
Tuesday, May 6, 2014
Playing With-Child
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You play a game that no one knows At first you imagine the life within How much of it would be you And how much of it would be him And ...
Monday, May 5, 2014
beached secrets
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She keeps her secrets like oceans do buried in her belly assumes that they will not bloat believes that in Silence there is no pain the...
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