poetry by infinebow

Creased fingers—the poem

But what happens after recovery? Do you get that grip?

The subaltern—the poem

Spivak tells us that 'The subaltern' or 'the other' can't speak. This poem explores the innocent ways in which this manifests itself.

One of your own kind—the poem

Flaws are what we see all around, but take a step back, can you find a similarity?

I wish I was an activist—poetry by infinebow

A poem about the ambiguity of one's own opinions and a struggle of doubting their authenticity. Social media is full of vocal political activists, can everyone be one?