by NalaWalla | Jan 2, 2022 | griefwork, poems, the eros of grief
As someone who has been tasked in this world as an incurable wailer, I journey into the moist realms grief nearly everyday of my life. There is no way that I could avoid noticing how erotic a good grief-session can be. Take this poem for example—- Seduced By...
by NalaWalla | Jul 7, 2018 | ancestors, liberation practice, poems
BONES the architectures of our inheritance are dancing us. Though we may walk deafened through the noisy fray, searching the blather of strangers for a clue. Though wrapped in gortex, we get wet Though stuffed with fois gras, still we hunger Our eyeballs drowned in...
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