Massage my eyes, PLEASE! After ways I am tired by Fatima Asghar

How many times has someone uprooted my radicle? Before meeting me? My lover bleeds out asdzaa with a digging stick To my spine, slices the kernels off They fall on asphalt so hot It can cook an egg Or pop a corn All my life I tried to forget who I am And live likeContinue reading “Massage my eyes, PLEASE! After ways I am tired by Fatima Asghar”

I started a go fund me to help pay for my MFA college tuition

Hi Everyone, Recently I was rejected for a scholarship that I was hoping would cover the last 3 credits (each credit in my grad program is $1,000) of my graduate school requirements for this upcoming academic year. In addition to a tribal scholarship and a fellowship that helps fund my tuition, I will be possiblyContinue reading “I started a go fund me to help pay for my MFA college tuition”

Long thoughts on life in the sky between Phoenix and Oakland

Must I art? What if I decide to unart? Live the life Of a model minority Not fucking up shit Not breaking one’s toxic masculinity Not writing Not crying Just surviving Taking nice pictures And looking clean Brushing my hair Pores are flawless Dark circles are caked and concealed Not being moody Living that soContinue reading “Long thoughts on life in the sky between Phoenix and Oakland”