From “Baalbeck”
21 When no one is waiting for us any longer, there’s death, so faithful. 22 Broken souls are not anonymous, no more than the geometry reserved for my naked feet. 23 There are moments when the past...
View ArticleNot a Star
Not a star, not a prophet’s inspiration not a pious face worshipping the moon, here he comes like a pagan spear invading the land of alphabets bleeding, raising his hemorrhage to the sun. Here he comes...
View ArticleHe thinks I should be glad because they
Like the idea of Aisha. I am not the idea of Aisha. I am Aisha. You I know you Love the idea of Aisha. I am not the idea of Aisha. I am not the idea of Aisha. I am Aisha.
View Articlefrom Hawk
And so this foreday morning w/out light or choice i cannot swim the stone, i can’t hold on to water, so i drown i swallow left, i turn & fall- ow into fear & blight, a night so deep it make you...
View Articlefrom mantra of no return
people arrived from portugal. people arrived from africa. people arrived from india. people arrived from england. people arrived from china. people predated arrival. people fled predation. people were...
View ArticleThe War Works Hard
How magnificent the war is! How eager and efficient! Early in the morning, it wakes up the sirens and dispatches ambulances to various places, swings corpses through the air, rolls stretchers to the...
View ArticleMine, Yours
One of the few things my mother saved was a doll. It was the same height as my six-year-old self, with the same grey-coloured eyes, brown hair, the same fear of the dark and drawn to it. ‘Don’t touch...
View ArticleScorched Maps
I took a trip to Ukraine. It was June. I waded in the fields, all full of dust and pollen in the air. I searched, but those I loved had disappeared below the ground, deeper than decades of ants. I...
View ArticleSolitude
The earth has vanished. There’s nothing to see, only the rain gleaming against the dark windows. This is the resting place, where nothing moves — Now we return to what we were, animals living in...
View ArticleTalking with the Sun
I believe in the sun. In the tangle of human failures of fear, greed, and forgetfulness, the sun gives me clarity. When explorers first encountered my people, they called us heathens, sun worshippers....
View Article
