Ginny

first it sleeps Lëtzebuergesch He was born in Salvador of Bahia but grew up in Luxembourg capital city. We met while living in the same London apartment building when I was 19. We candy flipped on the way to Ministry of Sound, where we crip-walked while wagging our pointer fingers like zoot suiters. I brought him to the Tate Modern to pick up one of Ai Wei Wei’s sunflower seeds. We would spend four summers living with his family in Luxembourg city proper: his mother translate

These are all the writings I have produced this year. They reflect a period of terrible pain and intense growth over the past 11 months. Nuanced and aesthetic they are not, but these pieces hold more value to me than anything I've written before this year. Reading through these poems, you can see when things hit the fan. The first two poems are the weakest, but they still convey some important messages and provide context. Under Silence February 2025 When they take our jobs,

The Eye When you're getting over a near-death experience, the word "fear" doesn't mean anything to you anymore.  In a roundabout way, the reminder that you're vulnerable--that this great steel wall of your skin and brain is penetrable by something greater than you--makes you feel invincible. You become numb to small things, but you're paradoxically vigilant. God threw down a pair of golden glasses that cured your nearsightedness. They hit you on the head. You're told since yo