Maizban by Timsal Fatima
With a stammering soliloquy, between her red teeth In the old streets She...
Read MorePosted by admin | Mar 29, 2024 | Hand Picked, Poetry
With a stammering soliloquy, between her red teeth In the old streets She...
Read MorePosted by admin | Mar 29, 2024 | Hand Picked, Poetry
Bangude Meen Skillet. Sizzle. Sputter Skin of the mackerel crisping Waft of vinegar,...
Read MorePosted by admin | Mar 22, 2024 | Hand Picked, Poetry
In another life, in a faraway country on unfamiliar lands, we are good friends. I am...
Read MorePosted by admin | Mar 4, 2024 | Hand Picked, Poetry
On the dark Mount of Olives, in a rain-jeweled copse above the garden, I removed my...
Read MorePosted by admin | Mar 4, 2024 | Hand Picked, Poetry
Dear Mom, They keep me safe here It’s not worth knowing that They’ve...
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