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Ilham

I can turn down the volume Not switch off the tape recorder It starts somewhere deep In the middle, mid-pant A kind of dull throbbing Reminding you of you Incessant drone, like a shruti peti A glass barrier, that distorts … Continue reading

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“The lives of others”

Birds clothe the morning with the edifice of their calls. we build our worlds one storey after another. In the mettalic breath of a whiplash bark we drown our conversation. hope without time. and knowing before watching. our sentences emerge already formed. like the past wrapped … Continue reading

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the hook beside the fan

the hook beside the fan runs incarnadine like your eyes turning red with the green smoke of memories masquerading as dance in our paranoid conversations in our soot black minds our black tongues magnified on walls with kites that hold … Continue reading

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