To climb atop the promontory by Irum Iqbal
To climb atop the promontory she had bled while building (for) herself, appeared like the...
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Read Moreby Ahmad Hassan Nadeem Enter a realm of enchantment and gripping storytelling with Susan...
Read MorePosted by admin | Jul 24, 2023 | Hand Picked, Poetry
We will be winged pulsing feathers- not eagles but maybe hawks who take our eager love to...
Read MorePosted by admin | Jul 1, 2023 | Hand Picked, Poetry
She gives me fiction. It is mostly short stories; there are novels, however. Never have I met a woman who could weave a tale with such slow suspense. In everything she writes I turn up as a minor character. It is as close...
Read MorePosted by admin | Jun 10, 2023 | Hand Picked, Poetry
“cheers” is it the tinkle of bottle meeting giddiness or the clinking of my bones because i’m cold. is it the stories of drunken delicious biting in neon-litten nightclubs, sneaking ...
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