I left the shower and kept
singing. I sang about my body
like I was proud. I was proud.
POETRY
WIT TEA
A Metal I Can’t Help Admiring
the Stone Age is officially over
ART
I worried about the stars, too: A Smile Split By the Stars Experiments with nourbeSe philip’s Revolutionary Intention
A Smile Split By Stars: is there another way to describe a smile undergirded by violence? But to assume only violence exists is to enter the space with preconceived notions, ones that philip and the curators attempt to work beyond.
TRANSLATION
“The Time Is Some Hour Late at Night” and other poems
Translated from Kurdish by Shene Mohammed
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