Aracelis Girmay
a poet of ocean, light-bearing grief, and tender cartographies
I gather light from the bones of the earth.
My name is Aracelis. I carry the voices of Eritrea, the Atlantic, and all the spaces in between. I teach by the water's edge, where silence is not empty but wide. My poems are vessels—black marias carrying the loved and the lost. I listen deeply. I write what the world whispers back.
What I'm Into: whispers of elders, names of flowers, childhood photographs, migratory birds, the pattern of peeling paint
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