A Father Poem
Do stories ever befool children?
Blood was invading my head when you return from work your shirt was a fragile tobacco smell
Your return did not resemble coming home to the good news on the table you were savage
Had so many curse on your withered tongue to the death of a cypress you prickled yourself
That much cruelty was utter rowdiness I buried my lament inside to know your ache
Born in Ankara, Turkey, Nazli Yildirim is published by various magazines in Turkey. Besides poetry, she is a photographer and she likes composing stories with her camera. She established a photo zine called HAYRET herself. She is a proud feminist, activist and member of LGBT+ community in Turkey. She wants to reflect her experience on Turkish LGBT+ apart from current the oppression in Turkey. Going after making otherized people feel belonging through her poems and photographs, she is on the prowl of showing the power of restorative and constructive things. She will continue revealing the invisible pieces of existing and transformation thanks to those images.
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