Rosa Sierra "Nepantlera - those of us living in the borderlands of different cultures and locations, Rosa Sierra is a disabled Chicana psychotherapist living in Canada who has written and taught in the On a frozen night in a Valdez pub My friend asks, "Sierra Leone, Are you running to something or away

Rosa Sierra "Borderland Disability Culture is redefinition on one’s own terms" "We are the queer groups Rosa Sierra is a disabled Chicana psychotherapist living in Canada who has written and taught in the *Rosa wanted to make it known that she is in agreement with the extremely valid critiques of Anzaldua's

Rosa Sierra "This is no confession. I’ve got no slate to clear." You can read more of Rosa's writing here. Dr. Rosa Sierra is a disabled Chicana psychotherapist living in Canada who has written and taught in the

Rosa Sierra "There are so many things we’re born into that surround us like air and that air isn’t always Dr Rosa Sierra discusses their attempts to protect themselves from the virus, while exploring her memories Rosa Sierra you can read her beautiful poetry here. Dr. Rosa Sierra is a disabled Chicana psychotherapist living in Canada who has written and taught in the

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Yet it is also remains menacingly real" What do you see when you look at a rose? has influenced much of her work as an artist, notably An English Garden, a public installation of the rosa floribunda rose in Gunners’ Park, Essex. And so, the poppies watched as roses were pulled from the agonised soil. What is a rose in a nuclear apocalypse?

By Marquis Green And wonder just in a moment, If this memory will fade away like the ocean’s tide, Or if it will burn itself in like ink on a page. Only renewal can replace what you’ve written. This ship is starting to rock further and further to the sides, And my choices towards this love is what I cannot abide, I am the whaler, stuck with stupid notions of misguided decisions, Thinking that as long as I keep this world safe, it does not matter whether I die or remain alive. Reckless want for the love these books have kept alive, We are all victims of a passionate lust, it seems human nature. What a thriving way to survive. Such a wavering resolve to know what it is like to be responsible for what my father left me with, I never knew what your mother sounded like, and I mirrored that missing voice in my own, I do not wish to say goodbye. My own chapter must continue to tell a story of unending desire, The depths of deaths deprive my dispossession and leave me defined as a lost soul, definitely destroyed by the decades of wonder at why I wasn’t good enough to be a man to my son. Genesis...where have you gone? For more of Marquis' poetry, check him out on Spotify: https://open.spotify.com/artist/34HUWMueqe0jlLN9TAnRRF

by Yassin Rida Freedom is always and exclusively freedom for the one who thinks differently - Rosa Luxembourg

Savour the eye of the camera as if you’ve already been exposed to Miss ‘Rona and are about to choke to