Past Tense ~ Laura Winkelspecht I still find myself talking about you in present tense like you’re still here to add tales to our story, but our verbs occupy the past now, a dying language where I am the last fluent speaker longing for just one more conversation.
My worries are pink gerbera daisies ~ Marga Fripp My heart, your worries are pink gerbera daisies — large blooms, bold and long-lasting, flawless in form, seed-bearing bright eyes in the center, nightless silhouettes holding on to the darkness within.
Miscast II ~ Amy Lowell My heart is like a cleft pomegranate Bleeding crimson seeds And dripping them on the ground. My heart gapes because it is ripe and over-full, And its seeds are bursting from it. But how is this other than a torment to me! I, who am shut up, with broken crockery, […]
Love Song for Words ~ Nazik al-Mala’ika Why do we fear words when they have been rose-palmed hands, fragrant, passing gently over our cheeks, and glasses of heartening wine sipped, one summer, by thirsty lips? Why do we fear words when among them are words like unseen bells, whose echo announces in our troubled lives […]
Had the Fortune-teller Told Me ~ Lamia Abbas Amara Translated by Hend Saeed If only the fortune-teller had told me that you would, one day, be my beloved I wouldn’t have written love poems for a man but would have prayed, mute, that you would always be my lover If only the fortune-teller had told […]
