by Wasima Khan
They used to call this wind Kusi,
soft, southern, bearer of trade and stories.
It brought the dhow,
tilting into the harbor like a hymn,
its hull fat with cloves and longing. Continue reading
Tag Archives: New Poetry
The Wind Changed Its Name
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My Daughters Swimming in Rockpools–Orissa, India
by Sarah Das Gupta
They squat on lichen-green rocks,
looking into a shallow pool,
the water contained and warm.
The sand through the watery mirror
still ridged, clinging to the memory
of wild waves and running tides.
Like two sea queens, the children stare
into this miniature world
which for this moment
they think they master and control. Continue reading
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The Leafcutter (Megachile rotundata)
by Colleen S. Harris
Brightly flowering plants
in easy reach are the most tempting—
the candied pinks and purples
of azaleas, alfalfa, lilac.
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Morning
by Jill Michelle
n. The end of night and dawn of dejection.
—Ambrose Bierce
This poem is not about a funeral
not about cold crescent rolls Continue reading
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Cabin Pressure
by Daniel Romo
My wife says,
No one likes to sit in emergency rows because
that’s too much responsibility,
as if the thought of a disaster is enough
My wife says,
No one likes to sit in emergency rows because
that’s too much responsibility,
as if the thought of a disaster is enough
xx for a guaranteed
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