Mina Bazaar In Late October
By Ronnie K. Stephens
In the shower this morning
I thought of the slow entrance
the pulse of shared space
the explosion of bodies
(a Mosque on its knees)
Yearly Archives: 2012
Port Washington song
By Robert Bohm
The crows’ ascent
begins in grass at the gravestone’s edge
as it flaps its wings, then in silence
flies above an untrimmed hedge.
I Shall not Dwell in Memoriam of Anything
By El Habib Louai
In such times of wretchedness as these
I would rather huddle with my brothers
Many unknown dear sisters