ari b. cofer, Unfold: Poetry + Prose
I take a photo with the old camera out of my mum’s drawer
A quick shot of life
One short silent depiction of how I view the world
I like the old films
Colours not too bright
I’m not good at photography either
Smudged pictures on 15mm
Too orange, too yellow, too bright
I like looking at people, like capturing how life is for them
I don’t like being near them
I like myself on black and white film
Thoughts run around in your head
Like trying to win a marathon
You want to listen to what is said
Try to pause and halt for some
But you’re distracted
And then they’re gone
Charles Bukowski, "young men," from What Matters Most is How Well You Walk through the Fire
Bianca Stone, from What Is Otherwise Infinite: Poems; “God Searches for God”
— Virginia Woolf
My heart, it soars
Spending not a single day chained to the earth no longer
While my body, it rots
Beneath the daisy field
-Zoë Lianne
the unbearable heaviness of girlhood / Su Xinyu / Lucie Brock-Broido
I brew a coffee, I peel an orange, I play some music, I call a friend.
●a way to let go of my thoughts because I fear they might crush me● ||they/them||
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