oumaimamore lightHow forgetful I am, to only think of winter in shades of dark, cold, and the occasional dreary dead.2 min read·Dec 26, 2022--2--2
oumaimaidle landIt troubles me how little I understand of the way memory works: the back and forth, the pacing. The waiting rooms.3 min read·May 8, 2022--1--1
oumaimapoetics of timeInfinitely small increments of time add up into miracles. Not a slow drip of singular seconds but maybe rain.2 min read·Jan 25, 2022--1--1
oumaimaChagall blueLately I have been bottling up days like kitchen jars.2 min read·Dec 2, 2021--2--2
oumaimapour grief into anything and it will hold its shapeGrief is an endless summer night with air too heavy to sleep or breathe. The window is open but no air will come through.3 min read·Jun 9, 2021--2--2
oumaimaet j’aimerai le bruit du vent dans le blé…Before I met you I was busy building my own mythology.3 min read·Dec 27, 2020----