Artwork by Mina Amini I travel through my biggest fear. Trust that this metal stallion…
Artwork by DEZALB Oh, you devious landmark, your beautiful shambles of colors, how you stand…
There are times when it is easier to say things in a foreign language, In…
Listen to Mac Donald Dixon, read “Blood Islands” In the beginning there was nothing, nothing…
Short film by Hope Fa-Kaji A Bill for the relief of Mary Therese Chen,…
I still think of you. How the heart is an organ with capability to make…
What are you, they ask with their eyes and — the bolder — with their…
look at how they’re sweeping cocoa from my shell into gold-dusted portmanteaux. what can i say? my government borrowed from them all. call me the prodigal son, but i never asked for my share of this money to squander. my bad.
A wanderer I’m dreaming of a peaceful world One day I was asked about…
One day I will steal back my freedom The steps I’ve been prevented to take…
In the book of hidden wonders When the night comes She will be found in…
I finally had found a place where peace was dominant But not for me…
Kabul!
Oh loneliest wayfarer
Loneliest history emerging from war
I am certain
That one day the sun will be jealous
Of the heat of my desire
Remembering to utter, “Baka bukas.” “Maybe tomorrow.”
What if all the lands were free and vast All the wounds were rivers flowing from the past
The sea you seek refuge to and the shore sand you secretly bury your doubts into.
My mind is floating somewhere between time and space.