Bizarre Memoirs by RANIA HANI MOALLEM I wonder if you still paint your face with novel features at sundown, if the lips you once wore still split as untruths caress your wits with new...
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Qwertyuiop by DANNY KEIGHTLEY You crumbled into letters and awkward spaces unneeded semi colons; my hand on your cheek your waist, your lipstick-less lips became words note the particular...
Blinding Angels by MELODY WISK Emotions dance, titillated by an evening breeze Stars twinkle, a sensual greeting of enticement Moon promises silence; “Your secret is safe with me” Yet...
Nonsensical by RANIA HANI MOALLEM Throttling within colors, contours not sure hitherto on what letter I am hanging, as I pen down this verse, or the color featuring those tapping...
Swanning by DANNY KEIGHTLEY We could rest our heads together among crisp packets and cigarette ash; nestle together on a cold bus shelter bench. Until the hustle of feet forced us on, we could...
In the Eyes of the Beholder by NORHAN ZAHER Place me -a stone nymph- upon the veins of marble shocking, proud and shameless Myriads of scented candles have a way of making even a sin...