Golnoosh Nour is a poet, prose writer, and lecturer. She’s the author of The Ministry of Guidance and other stories – shortlisted for the Polari Prize 2021. Her work has also appeared in Granta, Spontaneous Poetics, and Columbia Journal amongst others. She has co-edited Magma 80 and an anthology of contemporary queer writing forthcoming from Muswell Press.
Sister! We are dripping with rage a diamond in the shape of a tongue it blinds, gives life, so sharp it cuts, our rage so glam it’s hypno tic, a violent twitch, a stunning bitch, she glows in the dark, radiates out of our eyes, she stalks all the wrongs, the righteous wrongs. Sister, how much longer will we carry this burden of diamonds, jewels that pour & poison. I am sick of this constant radiance that feels like radiation we use the sharp edges of our tongues to cut the veins of our fathers, but when will it end? I know myself; I will always trade my jewels for blood, silk for knives when I say yes, I mean shame, when I say no, I mean emerald gold Sister, it’s always the fathers the fathers’ fathers oh how we want them dead & alive & yes we will always say yes as we shred their magnifi cent flesh