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"I have waited and waited to hold / my grief ... I trained her / to stand behind doors, to exit as laughter from my / throat." Read a new poem by Cynthia Dewi Oka (Oh Hwi Siang): on.theatln.tc/cHiavgQ

i'm reading alongside @screamlnour , Nora Hikari, & Sanam Sheriff صنم in 8 days for Shade Literary Arts Kick Up Your Feet Reading Series

Here in ONE hour 🌹🌹🌹

“There is a pulse to Urdu that cannot be translated. There is a lexicon of context that cannot, should not, be explained. There is a beat to Urdu that stiffens in my American mouth…” a gift to find a mirror in these words

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"There is a country I come from, and a God I return to. In the land where they meet, there is no word for what we are; so I may love you and belong only to your bread and root?" –Sanam Sheriff Sanam Sheriff صنم (Issue 15 | Folio | Split Tongues) natbrut.com/sanam-sheriff

“At a certain point, I lost you. I came to know it first / as a weather” —Sanam Sheriff صنم, “Lament,” from our Winter 2020 issue: vqronline.org/poetry/2020/12…

“Skin had hope, that's what skin does. / Heals over the scarred place, makes a road. / Love means you breathe in two countries.” —Naomi Shihab Nye poets.org/poem/two-count…

THE POETS ARE FINALLY THE ONLY PEOPLE WHO KNOW THE TRUTH ABOUT US TRUST ME BRO SOLDIERS DON'T STATESMEN DON'T PRIESTS DON'T UNION LEADERS DON'T ONLY THE POETS SOMETHING AWFUL IS HAPPENING TO A CIVILIZATION WHEN IT CEASES TO BELIEVE IN THE REPORT THAT ONLY POETS CAN MAKE YOU KNOW

This issue of Indiana Review is LIVE yo everyone is in here: francine j. harris ariana benson @jasonbcrawford Sadia Hassan Dāshaun Washington Sanam Sheriff صنم order GRACE ENGINE | Joshua Burton Karisma Price brownroundboi (he/they/siya) Ruth Ellen Kocher Geeeeeeez 🔥❤️‍🔥🔥

Another absolute favorite by @adalimon:

“We came into this world / but were not of it: — of the refuse / but not the refined, the ritual of wormwood / but not waste. Here’s to the rot / in us, which would otherwise be abundance, / if we could be otherwise, / which would otherwise be alive if we could / otherwise be.”

I don't know about birds. I don’t know the history of fire. But I think my loneliness should have wings. —Alejandra Pizarnik

Humbled to share a new poem published in the summer issue of Indiana Review . Beaming this one out to all my genderful kin, our endless fields. Gratitude to the editors, and to Taylor Johnson for seeing and choosing this poem. Gratitude to you if you stop to read, share, feel.

Every time I read this poem, a breeze blows through me.

Sunday. “and desire is still / all I crave.”

On Wednesday I have the pleasure of moderating a reading and conversation with Novel Niche 🫒 & Noor | نور for MAPBangalore. 9 AM EST, 6:30 PM IST. More info through the link below 🌹 map-india.org/map-events/lin…

We're featuring Vernon Equinox ✨💚 and Sanam Sheriff صنم at The Late(ish) Poetry Show on November 4th! Get your tickets today. thephillypigeon.org

Ok but why was I yesterday years old when I found out that Etel Adnan wrote her own Letter to a Young Poet?? Read this last night & ngl kinda life changing??