To my unkept sanity by Furqan Ali
I hit home with a punctured tyre, and fractured femur. Now pour, honey, sparkling coffee...
Read MorePosted by admin | Nov 27, 2024 | Hand Picked, Poetry
I hit home with a punctured tyre, and fractured femur. Now pour, honey, sparkling coffee...
Read MorePosted by admin | Nov 8, 2024 | Hand Picked, Poetry
The mouth is hers, thin to the left. The lips are shiny and bulbous. A small sheen shines over the...
Read MorePosted by admin | Sep 9, 2024 | Hand Picked, Poetry
What did you expect to find? A postcard from Bosnia, a playbill from The Sound of Music, a...
Read MorePosted by admin | Sep 4, 2024 | Hand Picked, Poetry
You are too beautiful to be spared— you must die to yourself. Unveil your glittering...
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