The VOICE JOURNAL
Rants. Plus poems about rage, motherhood, politics, grief, awakening and the refusal to be quiet. New work posted as it happens. Read, share, feel something.
Eight Minutes
He gets 23 minutes before the algorithm radicalises him. She gets 8 before it tells her she’s not enough. Same machine. Different position.
Brave Enough
You don’t have to roar.
You don’t have to rise with fists clenched,
shoulders squared,
battle cry ready.
You don’t even have to move…