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POETRY THAT ENACTS THE ARTISTIC AND CREATIVE PURITY OF GLASS
POETRY THAT ENACTS THE ARTISTIC AND CREATIVE PURITY OF GLASS
Noor ('Ditee) is the Black, queer, and mad main characters (sic) of a rom com. A teaching poet, she writes through an intersectional lens that experiments with language and sound as conduits of emotional expression. A formalist, she sees poetic language as a medium more fluid than watercolor. Her themed, virtual workshops create horizontal spaces to grapple with poetic inquiry in a rigorous, anti-elitist writing community.
An abolitionist, Noor writes to imagine the future she wants for her people into existence. She loves double meanings, creative grammar, and words with "exquisite mouthfeel." Noor is the author of Praise to Lesser Gods of Love, published by Glass poetry in 2019. Catch up with her work in The Massachusetts Review, Pleiades, Mouthful of Salt, DIAGRAM, and other print and digital publications.
Previously in Glass: A Journal of Poetry:
Praise to Lesser Gods of Love
Unquiet
last night you dreamed of a Mother Rat
Eating all her children. Saturn was Bright
Anticipation in the waiting sky. Nothing was Right;
taste infant Blood in that Place. Metal Rusting
on hesitant tongues. Time announcing its self
as Your Enemy. you waiting
for Someone Else.
The Right Thing refusing to reveal its self
to you, pink and writhing Enemies
Approaching, crimson
Sun laying waste To Cerulean sky
—Where was your sign? your existence
a flinch, as usual. this refusal to re-Fang
until it’s too late. the taste of Blood stills your tongue
as Light storms through your eyes, beating back lids
with its Soldier’s boots. you’re awake
the nightmare didn’t leave. Genocide, that dragon
of Agony, gorges its self
on blood that could be
mistaken for yours
in another hemisphere on fire. !يا عيب
you listen to your Slowing Heart.
No one’s guns have stopped firing yet.
the bombs are Notsilent
To be able to wake up from a bad dream that's someone else's reality is a stomach-turning thing. I wrote this poem because I feel deeply that humanity is interconnected and that when one people experiences harm and erasure it affects us all. Many people go to great lengths to numb this connection. I tried to lean into it instead. FREE SUDAN, FREE CONGO, FREE TIGRAY, FREE PALESTINE.
Glass: A Journal of Poetry is published monthly by Glass Poetry Press.
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