Poetry
Terminal City
Standing among the bathypelagic flora of the sea, among the salt hills and the forests of kelp I ask about her again, about mother.
Preston Grassmann
January 7, 2011
Poetry
Poetry
Cancelled Flight
You’ll find the Pièta d’Avignon at the bar
clutching a telegram from her husband
the cretin of Panama—
W.C. Roberts
December 7, 2010
Poetry
Flourless Devil’s Food
Oranges: you’ll have to grow your own, love, feed them
finger-cut, moon-flow, any blood will do
Shweta Narayan
December 7, 2010
Poetry
Al Manara Dirge
Twelve hours in the city of my infancy on a night endeavoring to portents.
Sara Saab
November 8, 2010
Poetry
Tur Disaala
If Tordesillas were Tur Disaala
And the ‘New World’ were Moorish
Would the yearning have been so tacit
for the treasures of an unknown empire<br
Jawad Elhusuni
November 8, 2010
Poetry
Me and Rumi’s Ghost
One day, sitting in a café with Rumi’s ghost
over mint tea and biscuits, he told me about Shams;
Samer Rabadi
November 8, 2010
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