Author: Suheir Hammad

his approach To love he said Was that of a farmer Most love like Hunters and like Hunters most kill […]

it is written The act of writing is Holy words are Sacred and your breath Brings out the God in […]

the way loss seeps Into neck hollows And curls at temples Sits between front teeth Cavity Empty and waiting For […]

poem supposed to be about One minute and the lives of three women in it Writing it and up The […]

leaves and leaving call october home Her daughter releases wood Smoke from her skin Rich in scorpio Blood survived the […]