Last night, I dreamed that I was walking with my brother, who is just older than me, through a bazaar where there were fruitsellers, iron smiths, grocers, and other people. I didn’t even know what he wanted to get, but we walked so long past the populace that we ended up in a wilderness, and […]


Siroun: I’m summoned to this woodland on your journey Round moon’s seven stays, O mutable embodiment, Digressive claims assembled as cascading teleology! I witness horns immersed in voices, and demonic eyes That scatter rainbows in a camel’s head – are you a friend Who spins a veil of value round an ancient tree, where I, […]


No spite, unease, no muted grief or plea; just skill to swim this atemporal sea… To what song shall I now my mind prepare and which undoing of this eve repair? We cannot leave the unknown to streams of leavened lust; the ebb and flood of silt and smoke retains the quiver of each breathing […]

The mud that makes a man molds women into birds, although we know avians come from dinosaurs and humans from a heavenly jubilation of glad apples. The spotted dove between the flowerbed and a melody line bobs on the grass and scans in peace for pearl millet. Its ruby heels don’t bruise a single blade […]

A little girl sleeps with magnolias by her side and the longest lasting pink carnations in her hair. There are clouds in the window and a sunny tune in her mind and a dream suffused with the sweet and spice of blossoming, and a yellow ladybird is crawling on the sill, spanning silence with silence. […]

In a room laden with dust and books sleeping in cartons, under a roof baking in the sun, a pair of hands hems in the halos of time with a list of chores and a letter… A beaming face, a lovely you ordering the day in minutiae, pruning it like a bonsai elm red with […]

You little purple ones who smell of nothing and speak in specks of radiance over meadows and the briefest patch of grass your pretty names invoke the mostly girly and grandmotherly admiration – you have the charm of youth unraveled in the passing years – yours is the truest virtue of pleasing without knowing – […]


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