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“tell me. do you know why women dance revolution with veil-shrouded tongues”
Interstellar: an e-chapbook featuring 10 poems about writing your own mythologies into the stars. a series about finding hope again, and creating your own immortality.
Buy it for $2 on Gumroad!
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Includes the poems: WE TAUGHT OURSELVES TO THE UNIVERSE they said horror, i said war (not even phobos survives mars) the satellites of jupiter, or vengeance for abandoned lovers apollo tries to reach us, gods in tow
If you purchase it, I would love to head feedback on it! And please do reblog this post if you can :)
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From my poem ‘apollo tries to reach us, gods in tow,’ available in my chapbook Interstellar | (check out my poetry chapbooks!)
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The dragon rages boldly before lifting chains and forcing waters / daughters with jewels that were always irregular memories like cherished colors / nightmare gems presented to mechanical rolls commanded strength with gold / golgotha who neither knows people antlered nor beautiful virgin creeping soft through death / impersonal shore famous offspring of heroes unnumbered / fate that it overcomes worlds.
Modern Fantasy | Rishika Aggarwal © 2017 | (check out my poetry chapbooks!)
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alternatively, you promise vengeance, victory that threatens cataclysmic heaven. alternatively, you bringing forth storms, cleansing, calming. you, cooling lava, forming new earths.
Perception is a Woman | Rishika Aggarwal © 2017 | (check out my poetry chapbooks!)
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The dragon rages boldly before lifting chains and forcing waters / daughters with jewels that were always irregular memories like cherished colors / nightmare gems presented to mechanical rolls commanded strength with gold / golgotha who neither knows people antlered nor beautiful virgin creeping soft through death / impersonal shore famous offspring of heroes unnumbered / fate that it overcomes worlds.
Modern Fantasy | Rishika Aggarwal © 2017 | (check out my poetry chapbooks!)
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This is honestly utterly gorgeous ❤️
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alternatively, you promise vengeance, victory that threatens cataclysmic heaven. alternatively, you bringing forth storms, cleansing, calming. you, cooling lava, forming new earths.
Perception is a Woman | Rishika Aggarwal © 2017 | (check out my poetry chapbooks!)
#spilled ink#poets on tumblr#diana prince#wonder woman#eowyn#natasha romanoff#black widow#poetry#female centric#original#writing#poem#feminism#feminist poetry
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'Best stuff first’ is bad for content creators and people who like consuming content alike. Turn it off, guys - all of us as creators would be really grateful.
Tumblr: *rolls out “best stuff first”*
My blog:
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-my fingers remember | Rishika Aggarwal © 2017 | (check out my poetry chapbooks!)
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Sculpt a heart from stained glass and call it unbreakable. (Break into sand) Rebuild stained glass from broken sand and call a heart regenerative - Take sand and apply fire. Repeat. (Once more.) Repeat. (Once more.) Repe-
How To Survive A War | Rishika Aggarwal © 2017 | (check out my poetry chapbooks!)
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-my fingers remember | Rishika Aggarwal © 2017 | (check out my poetry chapbooks!)
#spilled ink#poets on tumblr#inkstay#feminism#metoo#feminist poetry#poetry#writing#poem#original#words
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What I’m currently reading - Margaret Atwood may be best known for her novels, but this is a cute and fun series (I suspect cat owners will love best, but not being one myself, I can’t confirm). I’ve ordered the third in the series, and am waiting for it to be delivered! 🤗
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#FDD017 (Golden): an e-chapbook featuring a collection of 15 question poems posed to the divinities from greek mythology, drawing you towards a greater understanding of human nature, and what it means to be human.
a series about being. a series about learning to be. a series about humanity, about learning to be human from those who are anything but.
Buy it for $2 on Gumroad!
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(contains the poems Tell Me How To Water Golden Apples; Or Did They All Fall To Your Feet / Dressed In Lead; and Death Wealth)
If you purchase it, I would love to hear feedback on it! And please do reblog this post if you can :)
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the discovery channel plays a documentary about dragons. my mother pours apples, calls them golden. taste like hanging upside down taste like knowing the world taste like wiping stars from my eyes i sit pen in hand, trying to etch starrises into words. she says maybe learning to breathe fire was the only way for dragons to survive. she says maybe stories are our fires. after all, there is a reason the gods drew their failures in the stars. she says, there is a reason callisto wanders apart a reason the gods filtered inspirations inside stars. she says, there is a reason poetry still fights to collide
apollo tries to reach us, gods in tow / Rishika Aggarwal © 2016 (via rishwrites)
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I know I’m not on much, but I’m still going dark for this - it’s not just refraining from posting, it’s all refraining from coming on this website at all.
And following @audiaphilios‘ lead, since I’m in India, I’m going dark both for my September 1st, as well as the US and Canada’s. @staff, if dealing with racism and hate speech means you can’t deal with porn bots, so be it. I’m okay with my followers being porn bots if it means you stop the blatant hate people on this site are getting every day.
Tumblr Boycott to Protest Continued Lack of Movement to Ban White Nationalists
Tumblr @staff have been silent about the use of this site by white nationalist bloggers, while numerous other sites (see this post) have made actions to ban nazis/white nationalists/”alt-right”/fascists. Tumblr needs to know their lack of action is unacceptable. I love my tumblr community and want to stay, but if this continues, I will have to considering leaving.
I suggest we push back, and unite to boycott on a certain date. I’m arbitrarily suggesting September 1st - it’s nine days from this post, and that gives it enough time to hopefully get spread as far as possible. Boycotts only work if lots of people do it. Please consider joining me and logging off tumblr on September 1st, to let them know we’re serious about their apathy towards white nationalism.
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What can you tell me about the way hearts beat? Have you ever held a hummingbird in your hands; felt the way their wings beat as they fight to escape? That’s the way my heart was built; tiny, and still too big to be held in this scarecrow body. Hummingbird hearts are like the marbles you played with in school. Delicate, and painted, like a porcelain figure trapped in a glass cage. The thing about beauty is that it never learned to tell you the truth. The thing about your marbles is that they were beautiful and easily shattered. That’s the thing about living with hummingbird hearts. They come with raven ribcages, and corvid wings learning to escape; the way my mouth teaches itself to speak. The way my body reminds itself to survive. It goes like this: my body is a raven-filled cavern in which hummingbirds cannot break.
Hummingbird Hearts | Rishika Aggarwal © 2017 | (check out my poetry chapbooks!)
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how could you know the meaning of vengeance, child of the earth? i am born of humanity’s lusts, breaking upon the horizon. not even the heavens can bear the weight of mortal fury as well as i. you are the sanctuary of the broken, but i - i am the last home of the bleeding, the altar on which girlhoods burn in phoenix fire, the altar on which girlhoods are reborn into blades. You are born of fire roiling through the world’s creation, but do not forget that the deepest earth is also mother to the rattling of flames. You are the lightning breaking through, eternal frenzy blazing over stormfire seas. I? I am the quiet of creeping memories, crackling flames turned into firestorm justice - woman’s vengeance returning a second time over
KALI AND ARTEMIS: A DIALOGUE ON THE VENGEANCE OF WOMEN | Rishika Aggarwal © 2017 | (check out my poetry chapbooks!)
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