Broken Words / Phagerkerdo Lav...

Sep 11, 2014 by

My words are broken, tumbling from my lips like shattered teeth or maybe rotten apples thrown too far from the tree. e phabaj či...

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Rhythm

Jul 16, 2014 by

Kako Tonju spoke with the clip clop vowels of falling hooves. Baxtali čhajori One pony, short story … ašune His voice the...

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Dadorengo anava

Nov 27, 2013 by

I have my father’s name and his before him and on and on all the way back to the day we walked out of India. I am born of a man; of...

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15.11.13

Nov 27, 2013 by

I want to slam poetry like I want to slam doors catching my fingers and blooming blue bruises but I don’t want my voice to sound the...

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Bařostuni čirikli ~ Stone Bird...

Mar 13, 2013 by

Miro jilo o cikno kalo čirikli  Mire phaka bixasnakero  barore E čeri hibaj paxoti sune ča tu des man tiro jilo jel hodno te ljecinav...

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Me Som Rom

Feb 13, 2013 by

I am not German. I am not Romanian. I am not Italian or French. What is so hard to understand about that? Why do non-Romani people...

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Biagoresko Porrajmos

Jan 8, 2013 by

It didn’t end in World War II like the books and movies and politicians tell you. It didn’t end with the liberation of...

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Phuri daj

Dec 5, 2012 by

Take my hands your head is bent and knees are raw heart weary akor the akor Take my hands your cup is empty and fingers sore naj...

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We aren’t people

Oct 23, 2012 by

We’re a dress or a scarf. Long hair twisted in braids. Naked girls with tattoos and tattered vintage shoes. We aren’t people. We’re a...

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našti avas pale – we can...

Oct 23, 2012 by

Some of us, we cannot go back našti avas pale. I’m just a small girl, ciknji čhajori a small girl with big words. Some of us, we...

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Nights like these

Oct 23, 2012 by

Maami’d whisper in my ear, softly like light from the fire as it trickled across the floor and into my empty shoes. The words...

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Not Falling

Oct 23, 2012 by

The hair that falls over my shoulders like dusk on a summer’s eve is not falling for you. The yellow and orange flowers blooming wide...

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