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I cannot remember a time before this war. What I do remember appears as if behind glass--some distorted, naive, alternate reality I once mi...

I am told, sometimes, to look away... to give myself respite from seeing, from knowing--if at all briefly. There is... there is no respite f...

I have read... Oh my god god help us god help all of us I cannot... release this thing I have nowhere to... just... place it and cover it up...

What makes an atheist pray--earnestly, the wrong prayer, even, but just to do something, say something in the language, which, in my mind, G...

I have never in my life felt as removed from myself--from everything--as I do now.  Not a moment goes by where I feel "normal". No...

As we gathered today to celebrate Nowruz...  As we gathered to celebrate warmth, revival, and rebirth during this moment of great calamity, ...

On the 19th day of the Russian invasion of Ukraine, I do not believe. I do not, I cannot believe. In the reality of all this. Just.. in anyt...

For a while now, I don't understand the world I fall asleep in... the world I'm waking up to

It was a casual moment in the kitchen, during "Dance Me to the End of Love", when my throat closed up and I felt deeply, deeply--f...

I think it's clear now that northeastern Ontario / Quebec simply has it in for us. Everyone remember the story of Quebec? Well. We rente...

I've learned, over the past few weeks, that I am not the person I think I am. In great distress, I simply disintegrate. I disintegrate s...

Upon noting my curls, peeking out from under the blanket wrapped Russian-style around my head:  You're a sheep in a babushka scarf. ... ...

Two nights ago, I dreamt that I was living in what appeared to be Stalin-era Russia, judging by the level of fear in the air. I was an "...

There is a scene in The House of Sand and Fog  where, in the ER waiting room, Ben Kingsley falls to his knees in prayer for the first time i...

I saw a photo that I can't un-see

f's phrase of the year: You English-speaking people and your.... context

since when the freaking hell does it snow like this in november

3-hour deadline to submit to a poetry contest.... 1.5 hours spent writing a 5-line cover letter/bio . . . yeah

well, that's it. the phrase that entered my head today was یه‌ کمی поправилась.

sometimes writing is staring at your feet.