In Nevada, people create a makeshift city toward the end of summer and later burn it down. What’s behind this event, and what makes it meaningful?
A poem on constant vulnerability, and the fading lines between safety and brutality.
A poem on the cities that exist and the cities that should exist.
These are undeniably ‘hard times’, but they are also crucial times where we can recuperate from the clutches of rugged materialism.
It's always this gory.
A poem about the trauma and injustice of living as a woman in a patriarchal world