Prayer by NORHAN ZAHER If I flatten my lips, in prayer, against your forehead or rest my forehead against your heart would you open to us one massive claw? Would you cradle my country in...
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Woolgathering by NORHAN ZAHER Sometimes I wish my heart would grow white columns and hanging plants that when broken it would develop into something delicious and sinful and...
Broken Rib by NORHAN ZAHER You were something dark, rich and halting lingering on the tip of my tongue Not quite peppermint drops Not quite cinnamon. But what was I? Braids, jasmine and...
Trifid Nebula by NORHAN ZAHER (I dream, sir, of the routes of my childhood of braiding my hair, taking off my shoes and returning to the old neighborhood we grew up in I dream of a...
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...