My original plan was to explain the connecting theme of the poems I’ll be posting over the next 5 days on a sort-of-day 0. However, I’m going through some shit and decided I liked the idea of posting them then explaining to see if anyone can spot it for themselves.
A journalist’s life has been threatened for 51 days straight for the “crime” of reporting on a fascist as well as the creeping air of queerphobic rot seeping into a multi-million dollar industry she covers.
It’s being treated as “drama”
At 2 this morning I was laying awake, wracked with period cramps. Sleep refused me so I opened BlueSky, foolishly hoping for a distraction or a book recommendation, when I instead saw a post about an “Economic Blackout” tomorrow. Two minutes of googling confirmed my worst suspicions
