(a quintuplet on the creative – and destructive – power of words)

---

Word; one breath on four winds, forever.

…

Hope, forever written in the margins.

…

Like these words, you are curved prana.

…

Shackles are forged where-ever lies govern.

…

Words, unlike feet, can take us anywhere.

---

Bio:

Hi, I’m Antonia; story-weaver, artist and born ranter with a multi-arts history. I’ve also worked in politics,  peace, and human development projects and various fill-in jobs. I’m an involuntary warrior of multiple disabilities and chronic illnesses, which I try to battle with honesty and humour. I love the sea and wild places. Like almost all Brits, I drink endless cups of tea. I live with my favourite human and three demanding fur-balls. My main site is https://antoniasarazenkevitch.com.

---

Photo by Valeriia Bugaiova on Unsplash

---

If you enjoyed reading the works on proletaria, do consider sharing the work of our poets…