What Would Rumi Do?
By Nahal Jamir
“All day I think about it, then at night I say it.
Where did I come from, and what am I supposed to be doing?”
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Sestina for My Unborn Daughter Without the Family Album
By Hajjar Baban
My mother and I are the same.
Neither of us know simple words
in our languages. Triangle, at all. Love,
sound enough for someone … Continue reading→
By Narendra Jain
The house that was razed in the last war
Has no roof left
Walls almost dilapidated
And the window panes
Have shattered down on the debris
A black and … Continue reading→
By Ankita Anand
The women of my house
Breathe with their hands.
Tongues bitten by their own teeth beat a hasty retreat,
Eyelids securely tie stormy words within the eyes.
All’s silent but you know that … Continue reading→
By Shereen Lee
i slept through most wars.
still, there were many knives in the garden
upon my awakening:
always ready for someone else to sharpen.
the streets were littered with bombs and an