i am going through a torturously long process of immigration, my home and everything i have built feel up in the air. here is some of what i wrote about immigration, borders, and constructed divisions: …
A bag filled with rejects
“Home’s where you go when you run out of homes.” ― John le Carré, The Honourable Schoolboy It was the end of the workday My head weighed down by a hulking exhaustion I was …
Home(less)
“The living men that I hate, The dead man that I loved, The craven man in his seat, The insolent unreproved” -W.B. Yeats, The Fisherman Through the smudged glass of the bus window, a …