Art & poetry November 2024

^{Sporogenesis / Rae Galloway}

After leaving healthcare, I picked up a watercolor palette for the first time on July 17th, 2022 I love it, turns out I'm pretty good at it, and I've painted every single day since then. My Linktree is https://linktr.ee/raegalloway

BRIEFLY DESERT AUTUMN

a beautiful day!

the cyclones on Garfield Street

whisking leaves away.

—Dennis Mahagin

Cassandra Mehlenbacher (or Cass Noel) is a whimsical animal artist and surface pattern designer. Instagram: @‌frostedsosweet

SAME AS IT EVER WAS

Sitting slipping sleeping nodding away again

From circles my pain has spiraled

The ones that start and finish.

Within me, slipping sleeping through sludge.

BUT THAT ISN’T ME

Being in the stations and the forests

Honest guilt at 18, in my own transport

On my own dance 

My fire could have caught and burned me faster. 

Instead I've been burning for years

Why did I choose to break this way?

It’s true the world is ending

—Neptune Lady

Neither good nor bad.

Instagram: @‌throughtheveilmagick

YouTube: https://www.youtube.com/@neptunelady111

Instagram: @‌raycastinsta

Crucifixes of Beit Sahour

The serenity I know
resides in my bones.
I learned this through the most submissive actions.
In the hand that greets,
the foot that stands,
and the shoulder that carries.
Tell it like a story
or an anecdote
or a tragedy,
it doesn’t matter.
The story maker never becomes a stranger
and that is your consolation.
Say that a woman
refrained from greetings and standing up
because, for her, isolation was a greater trial
than loss or abandonment
and because her bones
housed her quiet.
Though she did go out on Sundays to dispel it,
hammering nails in Beit Sahour
for oakwood crucifixes.

— Amna Muhammad Abu Safat, Nablus
Poems from Palestine

Translated by Lena Tuffaha.
Read more at:
thebaffler.com/logical-revolts/poems-from-palestine