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Day 22 - Make a work and exhibit or leave it in a public place for someone to find
Gone in 30 mins
Untitled
Exhibit your Work
green
My ashtray piece
Instant anarchy
Funeral
CRESCENT
The start of a very long journey...
Cats for the ocean
ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ʙᴇʟɪᴇᴠᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ʜʏᴘᴇ
Park Sketch
Day 22 - I forgot to bring my notebook.
A gift for the pigeons
DOGS!!!
offering to the sea
Face & Hand
for the lagoon
Landscape On Fire
Memorial
Submitted for the world to see
30/30.22
Cat
Charity Auction
A walk into town
Too tired to play today
Homesick on Eid
Im homesick In a flat with my dogs And my lover But the smell from the kitchen That wrestles with the extractor fan And floats down the street Does not smell like home to me I want to wake up in the morning to sweet desserts and spices tickling the hairs in my nostril The doorbell to ring once or twice and it not be a delivery from an order I forgot I made A morning kiss and cuddle could never compete With a tight embrace over the shoulder one two three Tea and coffee rounds after every meal and in between Uncle and dad coming home after their namaz And we hug one two three And we feast Scraping the last grains of rice that try to stay on the plate into our mouths Fingers running along the inside of the bowl to get every last drop This morning I don’t even get a text I don’t know if it’s today or tomorrow Waking late to a meeting on the sofa My thighs fused with the plasticy cover beneath them I eat hash browns and bbq sauce while watching strangers travel the world And I cancel plans to fall into a habit I’ve spent years breaking Climbing into an empty bed with my screen rotating through clips of strangers To make me howl with 15 second laughter And swipe Swipe Swipe My mood swings to the far end of the spectrum I want wetness to fill my eyes But instead I frown Thinking it’s my flakiness or ruined plans But I’m just homesick on Eid
Im homesick In a flat with my dogs And my lover But the smell from the kitchen That wrestles with the extractor fan And floats down the street Does not smell like home to me I want to wake up in the morning to sweet desserts and spices tickling the hairs in my nostril The doorbell to ring once or twice and it not be a delivery from an order I forgot I made A morning kiss and cuddle could never compete With a tight embrace over the shoulder one two three Tea and coffee rounds after every meal and in between Uncle and dad coming home after their namaz And we hug one two three And we feast Scraping the last grains of rice that try to stay on the plate into our mouths Fingers running along the inside of the bowl to get every last drop This morning I don’t even get a text I don’t know if it’s today or tomorrow Waking late to a meeting on the sofa My thighs fused with the plasticy cover beneath them I eat hash browns and bbq sauce while watching strangers travel the world And I cancel plans to fall into a habit I’ve spent years breaking Climbing into an empty bed with my screen rotating through clips of strangers To make me howl with 15 second laughter And swipe Swipe Swipe My mood swings to the far end of the spectrum I want wetness to fill my eyes But instead I frown Thinking it’s my flakiness or ruined plans But I’m just homesick on Eid
Homesick on Eid
Charlie Pussycat
To the sea
Left on a Doorstep
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