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Confessions of a pseudo-Deleuzian
I was never a great liar
Just a little one
I was never fully singular
Possibly becoming multiple
I was never really transcendent
Probably intense, though
The Nautilus: An Oral History Poem of a Colonisation of Indigenous Peoples
Foreword
This poem is my attempt at capturing a snapshot of a long history of the Ngati Whatua o Orakei, a hapu (sub-tribe) belonging to a city district in Auckland now known as Orakei.
It is written as we, although the stories and experiences in this poem …
A Night on a Rooftop in Delhi
Acuity afoot, body and mind. Everything is tangible, yet overwhelmingly so.
I cannot fall asleep to this drum beating inside my brain.
The fan whirls my anxiety up and up—it will not come down.
Up the stairs, past the bolted doors, the rusty gate, the chill on my face …
Dark Realm of the Hippo Camp
By Brandon Oppenheim
a sign on the wall reads
‘temporary home’
then continues to read
how long you can stay
a hippo named scout
says to his mate
‘now there’s an oxymoron if I ever heard one ‘
Color Girl
By: Adel Clifton
Sometimes I feel that these sheets of paper
frame the door that separates me from
her- warm-colored-woman world
where lines of poetry are long
wrought with imagery
Hermes be trippin
By Nat Mengist
he is the mind flying
below life and death
above space and time
in the shadow of a moonlit garden
he is the mind flowing
metal of consciousness becoming androgyne
Art Class
By Jeevika Verma
I’m okay.
Be individual.
Okay,
Los Angeles is a jungle / A jungle of man made delusions & manifest destiny
I chose to write about being born and raised in a city known for its gambling and prostitution.
You are a stranger in your own home, your own self, disembodied