AFTER THE AZAAN
Yesterday afternoon, as the car swept round the highway, the green sea, shone mint-like at me,…
THINGS DON’T FIT
Things don’t fit no matter how hard you split The tongue of calcified speech upon…
MEASURES
That night like glad children we made a castle out of stories, Etched places in…
CALL
It is customary that I must stretch my legs wide across the fields of night, and…