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A raindrop is lonely until it lands in the ocean
"I do not think it a coincidence that the advent of the written word was nourished by river water,” writes Olivia Laing.
Aug 14, 2022
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one of many manifestos for mycelial tenderness
a little poem!
Oct 6, 2022
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if there was a time, before
Inventory
Dec 23, 2021
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Ramadan in shades of spring
بِسْمِ اللهِ الرَّحْمٰنِ الرَّحِيْمِ
Apr 21, 2020
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Study of mollusks at sunset, in three parts
بِسْمِ اللهِ الرَّحْمٰنِ الرَّحِيْمِ
Oct 17, 2019
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In search of our mothers' gardens
prosaic and poetic attempts at re-membrance, praise, imminence, transcendence, etc.
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