Our dying fathers, taken inward,no longer embrace us cheek-to-cheek,but become the tongue within our tongue:gifting us......

I’ll still remember the big amber traffic light beaming on like a wristwatch...

Forty-five year oldNajilaMy childhood playmateBeyond Hindu Kush wallsFlames of sun licked summer daysCrouched in the cellarWe......

Joy ignores the tension in the seams of his pants. Peace had darned them so carefully,......

Look It has fallen in my courtyard Chopped down My Neem tree has fallen...

Those who have known holocaust children cannot forget them Hunched...

After whispered dining table conversations about ‘those’ people.After handing out character certificates to the ones considered......

For eight hours, they search his house, help themselves to the bread that sits crumbling...

Is there time leftfor me to say to herGood evening MomI’m backwith a bullet in my......

Our memories are crowded With Great grandmother’s jewellery Passed down...