Trilling Water
Trilling Water Knowing nothing of the comings and goings the doors and points of departure knowing nothing of You except what You willed we would recite knowing only about myself what You have revealed
Trilling Water Knowing nothing of the comings and goings the doors and points of departure knowing nothing of You except what You willed we would recite knowing only about myself what You have revealed
No Place for Good in Kashmir Inside the mind of a 12-year-old poet. For Abdullah, peace, unity, freedom, truth is a vanishing dream. He, at this tender age, recognizes that the rulers aren’t worthy
Home I've heard it many times in their stares. Go home! go home! Go back where you came from! I ask myself, isn't this my home? But… is it really? Do I have
Reborn They asked me why I changed my hair and got rid of all my old clothes. As I tie the strings to my silk dress, I smile and say I'm being reborn again.
In your heart are a thousand lost valleys some washed through with rivers some old bone dry rusted as a sunset in your heart are a thousand deep sea caves phosphorescent, haunted by the unclassified,
I find myself in spaces Where my tongue cannot not dance With our eyes wide shut Reality is scorned Only to be disguised as fiction, Fiction as reality. News! The paperboy glides down
THREE POEMS BY DANIEL ABDAL-HAYY MOORE (1940 - 2016) SIREN AT NIGHT Why is it a siren at night sounds like someone crying for help or else despairing of help? Why is
I try to find my mother Over the years Searching In the archives Of love and loss digesting memory An uncomfortable silence That shapes My body Her body Sometimes, she was her Other times, I
You walk away, not only with your elegant existence, Entire universe leaves with you, once you leave. The marvels, The stars, All the planets (discovered and undiscovered ), Shining dust, supernovas, meteorites, asteroids, comets, the
Deep, from within the six feet, I knocked at your door at midnight. Why, then, did you not hear my call? Were my cries too feeble for your eternal mercy? I sat beside your remains