Alternative Text: a zebra unicorn stands on clover grass under a starry night sky full of shooting stars Unicorn Zebra rarest of the rare, horses say we don’t exist, seek us where we roam. Antonia Sara Zenkevitch
Life will use the air abused by ill words as offerings for trees who paint our futures with their leaves. Happy Friday Everyone, This post is later than originally planned but as a Brit going through the chaos of Brexit whilst processing a few things in my own life, I’m going to forgive myself. …
I’m called ‘citizen of nowhere’
by Theresa May, who asserts
this as the British Prime Minister,
though this is the land of my birth,
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? (alternative text for those who cannot see the images above, 3 stylised versions of the same portrait of face sit in a line. Only one in colour. The expression on the face is ambiguous, seemingly changing in relation to light and shade and to representation.) This is what ‘disability’ looks…
Whatever’s happening in the world, in all our lives, whoever you are I feel the will to say I Wish You Peace!
You may not see our battle scars,
but know this; we are not victims
we are this world’s warriors.
gateways of water no human knows their locks; lochs, clouds, creviced realms. Antonia Sara Zenkevitch
can we weave the green
amid grey smoke and ashes
to re-root the tree?
Body carved of clay
A way through this unknowing
Antonia Sara Zenkevitch