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A Mother’s Prayer for Peace
I watch you sleep in the wee hoursdark hair across your foreheadblack lashes fluttering at something I can’t…
Not the Same Day
She who holds the ink of night till dawn can read between the liesthe lip of morningand the…
A Sufi on the Path to God
One sorrow extends; another moors itself,folded into sombre-filled nights.Walled in by absence, we seewhat eyes—misled by intuition—miss.Displaced to…
Narrow Fever
Vigilant to tool and betI make rounded in a shapely alphabet,the woodwork.Gouge me a lineout of line: so…
Kin
family legacies of unbroken painand persistent prayermade into a single spine we carry together makes us kin high-tech…
Grieving for Gaza
Going and grieving.More going, less grieving.More doing, always doing.Grieving is a privilege—a tall, blond, machine-gun-totingTikToker privilege.Grieving is a…
Dismembered
to remember means to put back togetherstop trying to fit these cindered arms inside your pink backpack just…
Epistle and others
EPISTLE Hello my dear,I write this letter to youas the night stretches on.The hour isfour stars shy of…
Outside
I carried the whimper of a captive natureinto the Lubavitch school,my binder, lessonsuninsured by divinity.I passed an ima…
On Being a Chimera & Nineteen
On Being a Chimera Q: What is the best part?A: Being alive.Q: What is the worst part?A: Being…