“Taki, Taki, Taki,” sounded the conductor with metallic thumps on the moving bus. The wet tires......

For Imroz Loosen the drawstrings of sorrow you clasp around that poem, my love...

birds migratefartherOh abandoned one...

Continuities Another sharp edge Around the mountain A blind turn...

I’m almost certain it’s there, somewhereBut it has shape-shifted, like a dune withinThe barren wound bleeds......

The Shape of a Wound I’m almost certain it’s there, somewhere...

Do you feelThe warp and weftOf dialogueGetting denser, quieteron its ownwith time moving on Always beginningNever......

Not a tear fellFrom the old woman’s eyeAs she witnessed herDwelling set ablaze No tearEven whileGazing......

It has been a week since the rain has started. The windsurfers don’t care; they ride......

Ameera’s gaze travelled across the heads of children seated in front of her. As she shuffled......