Mirra EsmaelinRainbow SaladOnce, I Offered Myself to the StarsA poem series.Nov 24, 20232Nov 24, 20232
Mirra EsmaelinILLUMINATIONThe Day I Realized I am RacistThe discovery of self is not always beautiful, sometimes it’s hideous that it’s difficult to understand and describe with words.Nov 23, 20233Nov 23, 20233
Mirra EsmaelinILLUMINATIONHuman ScrapsFor all the innocent children and sweet little souls we couldn’t protect.Nov 12, 20232Nov 12, 20232
Mirra EsmaelPoems We Lit With a Cigarette SmokeMystery and all the scraps of consciousness that we both lose and find when crafting poetry.Nov 8, 2023Nov 8, 2023
Mirra EsmaelI Think About Death All The TimeDeath is a vigilante when I’m awake, and a villain when I’m asleep.Nov 6, 2023Nov 6, 2023
Mirra EsmaelGracefully UnbecomingWhat the world takes and breaks in a woman, also makes her.Nov 4, 2023Nov 4, 2023
Mirra EsmaelReading Plans for November“I was born with a reading list I will never finish” — Maud CaseyOct 31, 20235Oct 31, 20235
Mirra EsmaelinCounter ArtsWhen Witchcraft is an Open SecretIt can become a frightening concept that validates false theories and creates its own truth.Oct 25, 20231Oct 25, 20231