The Djinn Prince in America: A Microepic in 9 Tracks
The sky is a lonely shade of cobalt, the color of television spied through the windows of an ex-lover.
Read MorePosted by Saladin Ahmed | Aug 2, 2011 | Poetry
The sky is a lonely shade of cobalt, the color of television spied through the windows of an ex-lover.
Read MorePosted by Saladin Ahmed | Nov 8, 2010 | Short Fiction
If I die on this piece-of-shit road, Lubna’s chances die with me. Ali leveled his shotgun at the growling tiger. In the name of God, who needs no credit rating, let me live! Even when he’d been a soldier, Ali hadn’t been very religious. But facing death brought the old invocations to mind.
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