hiraismail
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Hira Ismail carries a notebook and pen everywhere. She has an alarming (and growing) collection of notebooks that are stashed under her bed and intends to fill them all up with ideas and stories for the rest of her life.

Poem: Move

Blood boiling No Churning in my veins Over and over inside and out Gut squeezed Lungs caved They’re back The Nazis are back. Truth be told they’d never Left But here they are in open daylight Angry ey…