Azra Tabassum's Blog, page 33
October 17, 2016
alonesomes:
emersonartproject:
Caitlyn Siehl reads her...
Caitlyn Siehl reads her poem “Her, Her, Her” out loud on a summer day in Central Park
Liz is amazing and I am so honored to be a part of this project AHHH
October 15, 2016
"You are a tiny lake
without a hole to sit in.
Someday we will marry.
Someday our beautiful..."
without a hole to sit in.
Someday we will marry.
Someday our beautiful rain-
haired children will play on you
while we stand by, blowing into our fists.
I could give you a medal.
You could be a pony on a beach.”
- Sara June Woods, from Careful Mountain (via bostonpoetryslam)
October 14, 2016
Azra!!! there is a man on Twitter @MrRigginss and he posted ur poem "this is how you keep her" as if he wrote it! I told him it was yours but if you or anymore of your followers could tweet him and tell him he's plagiarizing...
Hi sweetie! I will reply to the tweet but for the most part, I’m not overly bothered by it. I reckon you’d have to put the first few lines into google and it would be credited to me. Thank you for telling me though and being so concerned about it. It’s lovely ♥️
October 10, 2016
"I have forgotten the reason, forgive me. I have forgotten my name in the language I was born to,..."
- Joy Harjo, “Returning from the Enemy” from A Map to the Next World (via sarita-daniele)
October 6, 2016
"Imagine you dewed
in pond skin
trousers rolled up
to the knees
and us, peeling away
mouths wide..."
in pond skin
trousers rolled up
to the knees
and us, peeling away
mouths wide open
under a new and fragrant
sun, creased fingers
on red shoulders
you, water at the ankles,
and me, perched
on your back bone,
kissing.”
- Azra.T “Dreamed”
DOES ANYONE WHO LIVES IN SCOTLAND WANT TO GO TO THE BASTILLE CONCERT WITH ME IN GLASGOW???
DOES ANYONE WHO LIVES IN SCOTLAND WANT TO GO TO THE BASTILLE CONCERT WITH ME IN GLASGOW???
hi azra, do words ever just come to you? without thinking about it, suddendly there's a sentence in your mind and you have no idea where it comes from? it happened to me for the first time today and it's such a strange feeling, i'm no poet... is this what
yes! my phone is just filled with little notes I’ve thought on trains and on walks and wherever. i don’t know if that’s what it feels like to be a poet but it’s pretty cool.
October 5, 2016
"… you seek my heart.
Hunt all you want. Beneath each skin of mine
Lies another skin."
… you seek my heart.
Hunt all you want. Beneath each skin of mine
Lies another skin.
- Suji Kwock Kim, from “Monologue for an Onion,” Notes from the Divided Country
(via lifeinpoetry)
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