Living Here

Notes on form

close up of a shrike perching on a tree branch

You managed to learn instead of what they meant to teach you, the salvific possibility of carceral silence, to balance the weight of bird death and tree life, to sing love poems while exiled to the latrines. In this way, you taught the human form as a thing to be created, even and especially now.

Inspired by the lifework of Nazim Hikmet.

Author: Stacey C. Johnson

I keep watch and listen, mostly in dark places.

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