Abuela’s Ashes

They sense you, you know, your songs spill to the streets. They hear you, in the line outside, discussing a new centrist party, that will definitely work out, and an article you read, in Lenny, about why ironic, hipster racism, is actually the best weapon against the far right, or something. They are hunting you, […]

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Council Estate Girl

I was born, and sped to work, in a British society, not quite high society, council estate girl, lost in the trees, staring up at stars, and making plans, in crayon. I worked on my grammar, to get into grammar, but my grandma always told me, it was better to shine in the safety of […]

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