In Wavy Strands Power crackles through my tangles. My hairbrush falls into three pieces when I run it through my hair since my new grays
A 21-Step Guide to Self-Love you broke my heart so you should give me yours -Naomi Sharon filter the petrichor
Salt Kingdom, After the Fever Morning fractures across the flats: amber poured into every hollow. Reeds stand blackened and fragile, their husks whispering to wind.
Prairie Psalm with Train in the Distance Dusk lowers its copper basin over the blackland fields. Mesquite breath rises: green, resinous; and somewhere rain is
patienting it will never be an obsolete gerund/ living/ this whatever it is/ it’s breathing a run-on sentence far more than just labeling/ we are
Strawberries When I asked you, how to say freedom in a Persian dialect from Qom, you laughed: “You have to taste the word, in chalk,
I was late to the party when it came to The Sopranos. I don’t know why I put off watching it. I love
I will try to write a poem, though I am running out of time. Time waits for no one but God and the dead –
My English teacher, Mr. Jamir Ahmed said, “So you want to go to America! Is that right? You don’t even know how to