hi there! my name is mara naomi !! i use she/her pronouns! :^)

i mainly use this website to share my writing, music, and visual art. i'm a second-generation settler on turtle island (so-called "canada", specifically), and indigenous sovereignty, resurgence, and landback are movements i'm committed to supporting. i'm also committed to queer (meaning black, brown, racialized, trans, feminist, anarchist, etc.) liberation in every radical, empathetic, and space-holding sense made possible. my words, and my paws, are vessels for joy and its nature(s). i'm also working on a b.a. in honours philosophy!

feel free to email me with thoughts, or whatever else behooves you at fireworkgirl@proton.me — i hope you find joy and meaning here, and i look forward to hearing from you! :^) thanks!

gossamer (on the other end of a question)

HARK. this evening, i was anxious and overwhelmed and not too pleased with myself. but i passed a bird in a freshly rain-wet tree. i stopped when i heard it singing. its voice was... clattering? i thought it sounded like aluminum plates skitching along some…

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cracker repellent (pup goes bark)

i remember every time a cracker's told me to be quiet. my body remembers. the cold rests on my shoulder and cuts diagonal into my chest and leeches into my stomach and drains down my legs. i don't want to be around you. you have…

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what i am i want (for love)

i remember the curve of your back. i remember the curve of everyone's backs. i want to be around you right now. i want to fall into you. i want to be one. i want to be. i remember darkness. i remember tears falling for…

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open broth, pouring out

(re: everyone asked about you - paper airplanes, paper hearts) glittering stars spark from my lips under the manic light of day, the dutiful sun their eyes twist errant my blood bubbles inside, synapses occlude in hot-pink shadow i don't know what my legs are…

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relic girl (for memory) [ink on charcoal]

by any name pup shivers in the water & her speech explodes in tiny patterns splatters open but she felt hot when she dove barely swallowed wouldn't read ahead of the bloodletter wet, semiotic pup, she took the curve in her maw, like a bird,…

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feather and tar

(re: mount eerie - "don't smoke") hi mr. elverum, there's probably some little part of me that wants to be dead. and my life probably would feel empty without some ritual! and my rebellion against the adults definitely hasn't ended yet (nyeheheh)!! and what's more,…

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translation, wilderness

(re: alex g - "bobby") bark bakrbakr bakr abkrk bakr bark (i.e., unrequited devotion can become a monstrous, destructive, and corrosive kind of relation when taken on irresponsibly [i.e., without respect to the other or oneself], which underscores some basic need to see both the…

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soft legs out i'm scared you're hungry

tight winning girl skin stretch fetch smart cropped wire stitch peat blend hook limb flick drunk bright grey halogen wink blue dry fizz bounce veil street slop sex drum cut silence skirt surface room live swing broom hair bay broth wax append snag spine suckle…

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her way to choir practice

(re: sufjan stevens - "will anybody ever love me?") 1. dogs are affection near-indiscriminate, are forces of love's nature. are string sections in motion, in shambles, in rough jagged clambering moments and inertias. dogs are pretty, dogs are beautiful, dogs are in+aspirational, dogs are cunty,…

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bloom, halo girl

(re: dutchmasters - substation, my home. melancholy, my bride.) i get lonely. my tongue gets sharper. paces cut between my bedroom and the kitchen. post-telling them what i am. they're not listening. i thread options through the teeth of a shredder. think of home, going…

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sunburn capital (for maryam)

re: charlotte wells - aftersun last year, god told me they'd obliterate the future. they built a nest where i stood. and i was surprised. magically, they were good. some weeks, they just have to be. and the earth swells to hold you, poppet, but…

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i desire i want i turn i burning

(re: caroline polachek - desire, i want to turn into you & MIKE - burning desire) I OVERCOOKED THE RICE, BUT EVERYTHING ELSE TURNED OUT FINE. i think i like writing. don't say i help but i write. so must be mine. writing. else. tried to…

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