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A Scoop from My Jar of Broken Mirrors is a fierce, unflinching, and deeply personal collection of poems, written from the fractured edges of poverty, colonial memory, violence, addiction, loneliness, and resistance. These poems do not seek polished comfort. They speak in the language of streets, prison cells, working-class neighbourhoods, hangovers, demolished homes, and histories society would rather silence. Here, private pain becomes political, and political brutality becomes bodily: war, racism, capitalism, state violence, and spiritual exhaustion pass through the human body, leaving marks on memory, speech, and identity. Yet amid the anger and darkness, there is also fragile tenderness: memories of home, love, grandmother's tea, birdsong, music, books, and those rare moments when even a broken mind still reaches toward light. Raw, lyrical, wounded, and defiant, A Scoop from My Jar of Broken Mirrors is a work of protest, confession, and survival, the voice of a poet staring into shattered mirrors and still choosing to speak.
A Scoop from My Jar of Broken Mirrors is a fierce, unflinching, and deeply personal collection of poems, written from the fractured edges of poverty, colonial memory, violence, addiction, loneliness, and resistance. These poems do not seek polished comfort. They speak in the language of streets, prison cells, working-class neighbourhoods, hangovers, demolished homes, and histories society would rather silence. Here, private pain becomes political, and political brutality becomes bodily: war, racism, capitalism, state violence, and spiritual exhaustion pass through the human body, leaving marks on memory, speech, and identity. Yet amid the anger and darkness, there is also fragile tenderness: memories of home, love, grandmother's tea, birdsong, music, books, and those rare moments when even a broken mind still reaches toward light. Raw, lyrical, wounded, and defiant, A Scoop from My Jar of Broken Mirrors is a work of protest, confession, and survival, the voice of a poet staring into shattered mirrors and still choosing to speak.
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