Since I am a daughter my mother overshares with me transferring scars through stories that do not leave a mark if my listening brings her healing should i scratch her wounds?
My mother’s pregnant belly feared that God will announce a girl that the neighbors will refuse to celebrate and her father will ask for more but my mother’s fragile heart skipped a beat in sync with mine when she heard my father whisper the adhan* into my ears. *Adhan is a call for prayer that […]
My Language and I From a language that is written right to left they have assumed my society is backwards.
This morning is bellicose with flame… he thought, surveying the arid landscape. Small wonder that Babur the Mongol hated this…. The Metro rail streaked its hungry lope through prickly thickets, its belly’s churn of bodies bovine and dangle-necked. Scrawny straggles of beefwood groves sped by, reclaiming the land like transplanted hair on flaking scalp. […]
Maybe I’ve always chosen the cloth monkey over the wire one, tazing myself with absorption Maybe I chewed the apple straight to the cyanide Maybe I queued behind myself, ouroboros once or twice or ten times over Maybe I’m Sisyphus pushing my own boulder back down the mountain Might I follow through with this, these […]