Hey! For the poet ask meme: f, i, k.
f. what was the last poem that you loved?
Answering with just one for a question like this is impossible, so have the last three poems I fell in love with instead:
THE POET IS DYING / H.A. @historyya deep sea creature makes predictions in the form of haiku / from @crimescened‘s beautiful chapbook nuclear kidsThe Little Mermaid Was Indian / from Aditi Rao’s collection The Fingers Remember
Mostly myself - I’ve found writing is a great channel for my more explosive emotions. It’s a great sink for a lot of my frustrations, about everything from my personal life to the current populist wave going across the world, to my belief in feminism. Occasionally, though, my poetry will be adressed to (and written for, at least in my head) someone - this is usually one of my parents or other members of my family at times when RL is being particulary tough, or oestensibly for a political figure when an event is ticking me off more than usual.
k. what’s the best line you’ve ever written?
Um. So, a qualifier: I usually love at least one line of most of the poems that I write, no matter how much I’ll hate the rest of it when I come back and read it. (Yay self-doubt!). That said, there are a few that I like more than others, but there’s no way I can narrow that list down to just one - so here are 10 of my favourite lines that I’ve written:
“tell me. do you know why women dancerevolution with veil-shrouded tongues & needle-marked fingers & blood-lined lips &”-from queen of ethiopia, found in my chapbook Interstellar
“Or did your laughtershake the bones / of the earth?”-from This Is How The Curses Start, found in my chapbook #FDD017 (Golden)
“can you name me permanent bindings? evenuniverses strive to grow”-from dichotomy
“Girl fails / succeeds / girl teaches a billionmeanings of fightGirl climbsand refuses to stop”-from To India At The 2016 Summer Olympics
“there is nothing more powerful than embers learningthat they know how to turn into flames”-from STARS GOING SUPERNOVA MEANS LILITH HAS LEARNED HOW TO BURN
“cigarette-throated bird, all grown up and still learning to grow wings.”-from Pyrophobia
“your mouth is holy fire, burning from the inside out”-from Rewind
“mama says / your feet are those / of goddess-child / footsteps teachingpavements how to burn under / the sun.”-from requiem for the masses
“here is a secret:lipstick was oncethe remnants of an oceanof spilled lives”-from GUERILLA WARFARE FOR WOMEN
“do not tell me to stay quietmy words are bone-deepi dare yououtspeak me.”-from OUTSPEAK ME
