I should have been a flower
with peddles plucked from the outside in.
I'd be a scripted pattern of color-scented vulnerability.
Or, I'd be a flower plucked
at the ripe time of significant beauty
stuck in a crystal vase-
sun kissed in a window ceil.
Perhaps even dried upside down in a dark closet
before pressed and crumbled
in your fluorescent book of dreams. (c)
Poem by Zoe Blaq
Rage. Love. Complexity
Dear Friends and Family,
It's been a long journey but I am happy to share that my first poetry chapbook is moving forward and is soon to be released. The chapbook has 25 poems, 9 being haiku. This is the first time I have allowed my self to fully dwell in darkness and work through the process of healing. Healing starts with an awareness. It has also been a vessel to share and document what is going on in the world as an advocate and activist. This poetry book explores my raw emotion over the course of five years. Some poems are my personal experiences and some are other…