Photo by kashishArtandGallery / shutterstock For as long as I can remember, my mother had wanted to mother a son. She dressed me in blue every chance she got. Even before I was expected, she bought baby boy clothes off thelas around Tariq Road and Hyderi. She could...
Photo by ibrar.kunri / Shutterstock.com This is where it was leading to: this quiet sunset sky, this beech & the bench underneath. Funny how you held my hand at the time of leaving it. Funny how I let you. All our favorite restaurants have discontinued. So much of...
Photo by ibrar.kunri / Shutterstock.com “lord, i worry / that love is violence.” —Jose Olivarez Love shows itself again while I’m in traffic. Words like خم & زلف& سنبلare not only beautiful again,but near. I can actually...
