An Iranian girl playing on the swings on Khajeh Atta Beach.
"Things are so ugly politically, so violent, so merciless, so frightening. I want to run towards poetry and song to escape. But I do think of those who cannot run anywhere. For whom there is no refuge." —@zeeshanpathan.bsky.social
"apple of my ear"
lost bitterly · the bare cantrip
fadge a fam'ly · Avignon
in the late sunlight · cirrus frozen
alley empty · telephone numb
World War III · is just a number
Amazon van · leaves on the stoop


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