My mother would kick my ass

By Kristin Khadija Mahmoud If my mother were alive She’d kick my ass She’d kick it so hard for my terrible jokes For the terrible stories And poems about her — well The one about food painting a mural on her shirt She’d kick my ass for giving up my dog And for fighting with... Continue Reading →

Divinity

DivinityBy Kristin Khadija Mahmoud Do not press your Conduct on such a Wild Heart. Do not attempt to Tame that which cannot be controlled. Do not attempt to Take that which has never been yours. Love not what does not Wish to be an Object of the lust instilled deep within. Let not your Fickle... Continue Reading →

How I Lost My Inspiration and How I Got It Back

Image: https://thefoodpoet.com/20-ways-combat-poetry-writers-block/ Maintaining the inspired, hands-can't-keep-up-with-your-brain writing is hard.  Impossible sometimes. You stare at the page trying to figure out how to even start.  You’ve written several different paragraphs just to scratch them out or delete them. Is this what people call writer's block? A lack of motivation and inspiration were things I had never... Continue Reading →

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