poetry

tonightmy city painsthe city i don’t agree withisplacid, paleandthe sky hangslowetching it’s darknessonto empty pavements.the air is stillit is a […]

zuhr. we have a masjid near our house so I get to hear the moazzan five times. I can tell

… Dear I / Diya

there a faint remembrance on the breeze tonightthe rain came suddenunannouncedlike youand left (as you)half quenched, yearningparched absences thattell of

… decomposition / Diya

you have been opening and closing opening and closing these curtains for 9125 days 219000 hours

… decomposition / Diya

i want a wooden home with this candle and a stream outside whispering our names all year around ~the topography

“Precisely the things that really mattered she couldn’t say.” — Clarice Lispector, from Near to the Wild Heart (tr. Alison