Poetry

There he is eatin’ like a horse with his neck brace around his elbow— robbin’ pears from the next table. He’s on the dole at home with a claim in against the Corpo for a dodgy curb job only he called it an f’ing footpath. You’d have to be on LSD for your foot to…

The maid’s unnecessarily loud scream was the first real hint that something was wrong: that, followed by the sound of the hot breakfast dishes hitting the floor and then another scream for good measure. By this time his wife had dived back under the covers begging him to go and see what the matter was….

           1 Thi hert loups wi thi gairfish in uts waatirgaw o spray, o ee an muscle, licht and air-rush in mornin oan thi Tay. Ye needna be a bairnie, or hae keethin sicht o ocht tae see whit ithers carena fur an laive ahint aa thocht.        …

The toll of living voices like irregular bells in the domes of concentrically arranged bricks in the dark roof causes the fish to fight. Their long gray bodies, eager for blindness, slide over each other in the umber shallows: they are like pigeons in a long-buried piazza; they break the surface of having been forgotten…

The sky brighter than before; rushes and salt flats; white, broad-winged birds that landed standing, like angels, who are known by all to be salt-eaters.     In that silence he set out water and bread and salt. He burned myrtle and hyssop. He wept. He called the quarters.     Raw rice and a…

        Najiba Ahmad and Fatima Muhammad Amin Everything began to end that winter. Inch by inch we withdrew, stopped at Kanitu, prepared for the caves— baking bread, boiling meat, sorting through clothes. Then someone screamed: “They’re coming.” We left the bread on the saj tray, the meat on the kerosene heater, the…

The one you have finished examining is my son. That is the milky colored Kurdish suit his father tailored for him, the blue shirt his uncle gave to him. Your findings prove that it is him—he was a tall fifteen-year-old, was left-handed, had broken a rib. I know she too has been looking for her…

        Badria Saeed Khidir and Ayshe Maghdid Mahmud Bombs could fall anywhere, any time of the day. They were a nuisance we got used to. In our dug-out shelters we felt safe, until that haunting winter twilight when the muffled explosions deceived us. We came out thinking we’d survived the bombs but…

And Satan said unto the Lord, “You have your work             and I have mine, but there is no sin the world cannot hold,” and the Lord, he laughed himself a big one,             and said, “Satan, my friend, you are a sucker beyond all Tootsie Pops, for I will raise up a storm             that will take…