[tabby title="Poem"] The news arrives like thunder.Red banners. Sharp music.Voices polished, urgent.Borders burn. Numbers fall.A man speaks as if the world fitsinside a sentence. Power likes height.Glass rooms. Closed doors.Words heavy as iron. Then the screen goes dark. Outside,morning clears...

[tabby title="Poem"] The winds tug at my heart,
Shriek around my shivering leaves.
I am fated to stand,
Unmoving, calm,
While storms claw awayAt my silence.Raindrops carve paths down my broken skin,
Ants scurry under my ancient roots,
Birds scatter , 
splintering the morning calm.The stars...

[tabby title="Poet Bio"] (For Inshah Malik) In a Southern city safe as a plateau Rioting artillery reaches me on rolled-up paper N' television screens I don’t always care to switch on Dreaming blue skies n purple grey horizons Inhaling tulsi...