[tabby title="Poem"] Jigjiga. bygonepleasures.outside,looking in.insistences.cold January.missing link.battling shore.windy evenings.no point tryingfor it now.summer is notclose.i don't love orhate as such--it's more than that:i am used to Jigjiga! [tabby title="Poet Bio"] Born in Mogadishu, Somalia, the poet was raised in a...

[tabby title="Poem"] on crimson wings a flutter flewamorous tidings to heal the bluesthe sweetest song I ever knewa tête-à-tête from me to you [tabby title="Poet Bio"] she is artwork and gloryshe smells like cherries, spilt ink and thunderstorms [tabbyending]

[tabby title="Poem"] Of second-hand words, all are so,rare freshly minted, coined few,to greet evolving spinning world,that needs textspeak, reiterates.Glyph, jot or tittle for my eye,but who will read, context recite,when easier to turn blind eye -the stories from tomorrow morphedto...

[tabby title="Poem"] I was gifted with two camel bone necklacestoo massive to manage,me who is used to one silver chain. I took them apart, each intricatelycarved and burned bead morethan enough to contemplate. Is camel anatomy namedsimilarly to horse?Some beads...

[tabby title="Poem"] You Have Fate Fighting Luck If you escape from the ordinarinessof days by catching the gold in the leavesas they drip from the trees -- you have fate fighting luck. If you find a lost book on magicleft...