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Unknown Photographer - Women dressed as angels smoking backstage during a college Christmas pageant, 1928

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can you even tell this is one of my favourite poems

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Bianca Stone, from What Is Otherwise Infinite: Poems; “Other Wound”

[Text ID: “Every daughter / has a cage around her head / and a mother on the cross. / I always hope to take it off, and rarely do. / Instead, I climb up, like a child into the bed. / I nail myself beside you.”]

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1. Haifa Massacre 1937

2. Jerusalem Massacre 1937

3. Haifa Massacre 1938

4. Balad al-Sheikh Massacre 1939

5. Haifa Massacre 1939

6. Haifa Massacre 1947

7. Abbasiya Massacre 1947

8. Al-Khisas Massacre 1947

9. Bab al-Amud Massacre 1947

10. Jerusalem Massacre 1947

11. Sheikh Bureik Massacre 1947

12. Jaffa Massacre 1948

13. Deir Yassin Massacre 1948

14. Tantura Massacre 1948

15. Qibya Massacre 1953

16. Khan Yunis Massacre 1956

17. Jerusalem Massacre 1967

18. Sabra and Shatila Massacre 1982

19. Al-Aqsa Massacre 1990

20. Ibrahimi Mosque Massacre 1994

21. Jenin Refugee Camp April 2002

22.

23. Gaza Massacre 2012

24. Gaza Massacre 2014

25. Gaza Massacre 2018-19

26. Gaza Massacre 2021

27. Gaza Genocide 2023 is still ongoing.

28. DON'T LET ANYONE CONVINCE YOU THAT IT STARTED ON OCTOBER 7th***

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Stuck

Inertia, fabric of tragedy The weighted limbo between all things, The warmth that lingers in the air where you were, like the sand that clings to the waning heat of the setting sun. The waves withdraw, the salt that lingers, the cold that clings to my skin, to your skin, until our limbs are folded in to their rightful boundaries. You pull yourself from my sheets, your form inert in the pillowy hold of my mattress. It lingers, I linger. I trace the space in between the blankets and feel the absence of skin to caress, inert in the decomposing memory that rots outside my windowsil.

Still, apple of my eye, your deceitful fruit decays in the cup of my open palm. The snake that bears your venemous seed lingers as my lips linger on the skin of its red flesh. Milky poison drips from lips to cheek to chest, the poisoned milk of my breast will rot you from the inside to. My body, held by memory, is blooming from the inside, mushrooms blossom in the softest soil of my womb, shadows sway on you black-berry bruised as you arch into the gaping wound of my desire.

The bedframe yawns. The door is ajar. The windchimes hum under the black-belly of the night, its song whistles through the open window. You've been gone about an hour now, but you linger in the strands of hair abandoned on the couch. I have no soul, I am my hands, My hands that hold and love you as asylum, that mapped the stretchmarks on your shoulders that searched the cabinets, the kitchens, the sinks, for every scrap of your devotion, for every smile that glistened like moonlight bouncing off still oceans, for every touch that roared, a sea sprayed against steadfast stone, for every time your head was in my arms, there are stars that char the innards of my palms. I lean outside the windowstill and linger in our depart, to pluck the mushrooms sprouting from your buried, beating heart.

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love language by Rhiannon McGavin

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my favourite lesbian poems:

joan larkin, want

kitty tsui, breathless

donna allegra, stilled life

suniti namjoshi, i give her the rose

elizabeth bishop, insomnia

jackie kay, her

karen brodine, driving home

dorothy allison, a woman like the ocean

stacey waite, fixing my voice

becky birtha, how i became a lesbian

kristin chang, a postcolonial portrait of the girl loving a girl

deborah a. miranda, marriage proposal

janice gould, blackbirds

adrienne rich, paul becker to clara westhoff

adrienne rich, twenty-one love poems

natalie diaz, these hands, if not gods

natalie diaz, if I should come upon your house lonely in the west texas desert

natalie diaz, i watch her eat the apple

sappho 31, trans carson

sappho 16

chrystos, crooning

carol ann duffy, warming her pearls

tamai tobayashi, for lola

leah horlick, levitating

mita radhakrishnan, self-love or i love myself when i am laughing and when i am eating pussy

mary coleridge, the witch

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Marwan Makhoul

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It has not ended.

--Sumaya Awad & Annie Levin, Ch.1 Roots of Nakba: Zionist Colonial Settler Colonialism, in Palestine: A Socialist Introduction

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Tawanda Mulalu, Please make me pretty, I don't want to die

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Marwan Makhoul

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— Heaven, Mieko Kawakami

[text ID: I knew that it was cruel to be so optimistic, but, in my solitude, I couldn't resist the urge and spent entire days basking in idiotic fantasies, sometimes verging on prayer.]

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Born afraid, Akira Miyamoto

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btw. one of my professors showed us this website that’s put together syllabi on a range of topics (e.g imperialism, the novel, pandemic/disease theory), in case anyone’s interested ! i think you have to source the texts in question yourselves, but it’s arranged pretty well imo

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Ada Limón, from “Salvage”, The Hurting Kind

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Gregory Orr, The Doll