the years & what do we do, plagued with this knowledge that we carry? liken ourselves to the dusk that ...

Homecoming After a quiet walk through a deserted neighborhood, Ummi tells me that the dried bloodstain I’d seen bejewelled across ...

Alev In a thunder dimension of a new alphabet She is the present tense, An astonishing revolutionary reality Of my ...

I Dream in My Mother Tongue  heavy with foreign dialects, my mouth keeps faltering  at making enough river of words  ...