Love asks
for forgiveness and an eye for beauty. The blister on my mother’s hand attests to this truth. It...
Read MorePosted by Arfa Ezazi | Apr 3, 2020 | Poetry
for forgiveness and an eye for beauty. The blister on my mother’s hand attests to this truth. It...
Read MorePosted by Arfa Ezazi | Apr 3, 2020 | Poetry
The same dream once more: running breathlessly through a forest where the trees grow downward from...
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