THE LONG ONGOING MOMENT
Vol. 1-Crossbones
John Muse: The Good Memorial
Laura Agustín: Locked in a Social Evil
KLW: The kids are alright.
L.: I am the song that you would never admit you have heard
Laura Ní Flaibhín: grand meta signifier
Cora: Untitled
Linda Stupart: some men have mistaken me for death
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You fill our eyes and mouths with dirt
yet we grow upwards,
relentless,
finding new ways to exist.
Tall trees rooted in those who went before us
(we sing their names.)
Robin Hood in stockings, we
take from the grim-rich and redistribute
amongst ourselves,
the underclass.
The women you pity
with steel in our bones.
We are the women you made ‘prostituted’
with resilience you wish we didn’t have
we are the women you hate
and yet we continue to love.
Tell me again about violence.
Carceral state rapes
at a higher frequency
tell me again about
ending demand,
while our lives are no-man’s land -
not buffers, our flesh, our bodies;
we are more-than,
unminimised.
We are folded notes, we
are parents, we
are writers, we
are artists, we
are workers.
We fuck the length and breadth of humanity and make your feminism
uncomfortable
while we do it.
About Cora
Cora is a writer, mother, sometimes-activist, and a sex worker. She lives in London with her children and small herd of cats.
Vol. 1-Crossbones
John Muse: The Good Memorial
Laura Agustín: Locked in a Social Evil
KLW: The kids are alright.
L.: I am the song that you would never admit you have heard
Laura Ní Flaibhín: grand meta signifier
Cora: Untitled
Linda Stupart: some men have mistaken me for death
About
Contact