[tabby title="Poem"] After the peace and after the war he was all that was left of the townthe remaining outline of a map to a place that never existed.They were burning into statues from across the street,hiding into their faces,...

[tabby title="Poem"] that slanted cursiverigid in consistency of angle envelopes, letters, blackboards my skin, flesh, minds. [tabby title="Poet Bio"] SALIMAH VALIANI is a poet, activist, and researcher. She has published four collections of poetry: breathing for breadth (TSAR: 2005), Letter Out:...

[tabby title="Poem"] I loved you raw.I saw you inside out and cherished your every form;To the ends of your smile,The length of your hair,The shimmer of a bare face. You were a rose that had fallen into my intemperate hands.so,...

My body is a map Without any direction or pathway That I rip apart and wish would decay This empty desert land can never be me   My body is an ocean That every emotion will change and sway Scared as often as washing waves will hit bay The dead sea that is my body will never be me   My body is living memory Of who I was and will always stay Unchanging, scarred in infinite pain A living reminder of who I must be 

[tabby title="Poem"] In love with your flamesYou have captivated me in waysNow I hunger for your flamesTo kiss my skin gentlyThen cook passion into my lungsLike they're awakening a dead thingWhen I gaze into your firefly eyesI begin to tranceI...