poetry

Me Today Primary category in which blog post is published

Standing in front of the glass my image was reflected back

Emily’s red dress overlaying my jeans and T-shirt, my short neck where her slender one would be.

On Translating al-mu‘allaqāt, The Hanging Poems

"Endless night, won't you clear off/with the coming dawn?"

The Ambien Diaries

The first thing I always notice, after the mild cottonmouth that serves as the universal announcement of a chemical taking effect on the body, is that I’m not alone.