2 min readJul 31, 2021
My Life, An Illusionist Graph
~ and every day, new axes ~
Love’s little deaths
shed burnt flowers,
melted stars
rind and pulp
at my door
and I come alive
again and again.
Geometry
of up and down lines,
My Life, An Illusionist Graph
~ and every day, new axes ~
Love’s little deaths
shed burnt flowers,
melted stars
rind and pulp
at my door
and I come alive
again and again.
Geometry
of up and down lines,
Multimedia artist, writer, poet. “I could not have painted myself happy without painting myself sad first…” faridahaque@gmail.com