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Her call is growing weak and her wings are turning gray Where will she go the aging dove of peace? Young kites and crows laugh knowing that her t..

Oh, Madinat al-Yasmin! You of the Street called Straight ‘twas on the road to thee that Paul saw the Christ. Abbasids and Fatimids Selj..

Memories of furniture and lamps a most familiar room where someone else now lives and loves, the house and all it’s walls embracing strange..

The fields are fully green again where only yesterday was shed wild blood of exuberant youth beauteous youth their blood staining the earth still,..

My father has much pity for us my father has much pity I hold out my hands toward him and cry in my poverty I hold out my hands in my poverty I cr..

You came looking for me,your second choice long kept on a shelfin the back of your closet with unread books and a college text the throwaways of yo..

Sipping on her green drink turning to her girlfriend her lips move and sound comes out “Remember that Dadaism rejected the prevailing standa..

In dreams I walk in furrows of deep crusted snow with you where once we walked in slow motion Autumn amongst nodding twigs and leaves of ma..

They wrote each other letters breathless and palpitant, befitting young lovers which she carefully wrapped in ribbon placing them in his duffel bag..

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