[tabby title="Poem"] I A gentle breeze blew coughsthrough busy streets.  The skull-god descended on ebony wings whispering into the dim sunlight against its skeletal embracein the ashen winter. Before long, this snow-whiteness, rheumy & noiseless, blanketed the entire school. I yearned to save, save,...

[tabby title="Poem"] No real news without a shocking story,Fed with details from a script,With content bordering on gory,That touches readers with a grip. Headlines, of course, must shout,Of crises and danger in our midst,Some cataclysm is here about,So hard a...

[tabby title="Poem"] (to my sister, Fowsia Abdulkadir) Let there be no pretense to sadness, or mourningin vain Over this humble grave---my long-lost home whereat last I return To---where all content lived before ambition droveus all insane, For it's been this...

[tabby title="Poem"] We are back at the same timeand same seasonwith wisteria smellWe are looking very beautiful and gorgeousEverywhere we looked very happy and pleasantWe are creating a beautiful atmosphere in the parks, roads and gardens.Kids play and sing with...

[tabby title="Poem"] Erased lines on palms.No identity,For fingers have lost their printsA home has lost her prince.To live a rough lifeWith smooth hands vigorously rubbedBut friction is futilewhen warmth is held hostageBy a sharp breeze, that cuts skin.With a cold...