[tabby title="Poem"] Jigjiga. bygone pleasures.outside,looking in.insistences.cold January.missing link.battling shore.windy evenings.no point trying for it now.summer is not close.i nor love nor hate as such--our love IS more than that:i am used to Jigjiga. [tabby title="Poet Bio"] Born in Mogadishu, Somalia,...

[tabby title="Poem"] I am in mourning. I am quiet.I am a closed book. In the past, we were the best.The present is unspoken. I have lost my precious memories.I recognize you, but I’ve lost my awareness.Our life was full of...

[tabby title="Poem"] Harbor tides, gulls fly with the currents,A steady rhythm for my soul.Our path leads beside the waters,Low tide reveals the sandy shoal. Once with vigor we paddled the trail,A water route for our canoe,With colored buoys to mark...

[tabby title="Poem"] And there dawns the blushing eveningLively, flamboyant and charming eveningAs if she were aware of cacophonous secretDusk had been waiting for this moment. The amber glow of the sky turns crimsonUnfolding the twilight's serene visionThere comes stars sparkling...

[tabby title="Poem"] My mother told me,'Over the hill lies a safer place,where all things blessed and holywill greet me with a warm embrace'. I used to long for this fiction.Over the hill, beyond the fire.Sparked by the frictionof old tales...