Poetry by Iris Jamahl Dunkle
We seek the ocean to find the edge of ourselves.
We seek the ocean to find the edge of ourselves.
if i blink, then open my eyes, i am a kaleidoscope of slivers, all pink.
Call it a microcosm or just let it stand for as long as it stands, for as long as it takes your attention and care.
Isn't a protest a public dispute of someone else's truth like the one about the fear of dark bodies?
See shapes of bodies you thought you were in damp cotton jeans silk shirts.