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the soothing smell
of citrus trees
and the pungent one
of fig trees.
the chirping of
unaffected birds,
the demented hustling
of ants carrying..
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he stands by the water with
his back to Tarifa, his toes
pinching the white sand of Los Lances,
his eyes focused on
the horizon line and a barel..
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many years ago,
I lived in a studio
in the back of a dingy apartment complex
in an ill-reputed neighborhood
known for fitful drug users
an..
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the head was filled with
it to the brim, man.
no room for nothing else.
it oozed out of our mouths
like pus, leaving a bitter taste
that permea..
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I remember a summer’s day
at a pool my father took me to
in Casablanca when I was
no more than four or five.
from the pool, I could see
t..
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150 million chinese
who have never had
milk
once in their lives
decide one day
to try it.
A guy in Zimbabwe
who has been
drinking a glass of..
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because of the fighting
the trash is piling on up
in thoroughfares
and alleyways
and by doorsteps.
mixed with the trash,
the bodies, lifeless
..
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I see through the eyes
of my childhood.
I project my memories,
black and
white and
grainy on
whitewashed walls
that meant something
to me
o..
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we sat drinking
the milk of lions
and smoking argila
way past midnight
the curtains drawn
the candles burning
outside, the curtains were drawn..
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I walk along
graffiti streaked T-walls
in Baghdad thinking…
there has to be a reprieve
for a heart that shuns
the hatred.
there has to ..
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