i come back to this post every month

oh my god i miss her.

inventions against grief

I'M NOT CRYING YOU ARE!! 😭😭😭

crying

This poem undid me, grief not as a wound, but a wild, shimmering force we cradle and release. Noor’s words mirror the ache back to us, and that is their gift. 💔

"divinity, for me, was simple. you were a holy thing i believed in." take a bow

Gregory Orr:

eulogy for light

“even the brightest thing ages” my heart broke 😔

what my readers asked

“the act of remembering is also the act of revival”

“The undoing of it (life)” 😭

i wrote my first poetry book when i was 19 & self-published it, thinking only my closest people would buy it. within a week, it became very popular on amazon to a point that a big five publisher acquired it. it has also been translated into dutch and chinese

noor unnahar Aw I remember being so excited to read it and even did a mini photo shoot for it with a friend 🥹🤍

i look at a tomato & suddenly know what to do with it.