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Solitary Confinement on the Seventh Floor

One day I’ll tear off my lips and eat them like candy. One day I’ll rip out my chest because I’m not an orphanage for gathering angels. One day I’ll remove the door and stand in…...

Life in Mount Carmel

Though I’m right beside it, I can’t call out to the sea: neighbor, come join me for coffee. Instead, my other neighbor Carmel visits me through the window without my permission and never even…...

Father My Unborn Son

I spill twenty liters of darkness and a childhood up against the wall A Stone-Age hand a paperback Koran Maybe I could have loved you if I was your father and not your son

The Mother and the Goddess of Night

She has walked and walked for nine long days. All of nine days and nine long nights have passed by. Weary of wandering as she is, the mad woman mutters brokenly, "Have you seen my daughter? have you seen…...

What Did Sriraman Say?

I saw the Lord, Sriraman, for the first time in an ancient alley in Choolaimedu, playing kittipul with other small boys: no naamam on his forehead. Yet another time on a footpath in Bombay, he was hawking…...

Highway

Along the highways of a refugee’s life snapshots of childhood memories hang: hedges overspread with field bean thick with honeybees, a courtyard filled with goat droppings, the shade of a portia-tree,…...

Three Dreams

The first dream… An island surrounded by a green, green sea. Everywhere, trees yielding heavenly fruit. Golden-yellow sand drifts. Fishermen at rest. The second dream… Pale blue fields. Pomegranates,…...

Fear

The little one laughs innocently, without blinking at the raised hand. Then one day she feels the pain caused by the same raised hand and her eyes tremble. Fear depends on the mind; the mind depends on…...

Ploughing the Fields of Snow

Morning comes with a denuded wind empty of cock-crow and summons of temple bells. Sleep dissolves into the alarm clock’s rebuke yet eyelids droop over eyes refusing to open hands outstretch to meet…...

Night Up North

Artigas is an abandoned station the hope left behind by a train that won’t come back a road that disappears heading south.                      …...

I’m not going to talk

I’ll talk about something else never that I’m not going to tell you enough! I’m going to draw this subtle paradise of paper that doesn’t mention lice or dreams a look back at a…...

[the nail fell]

the nail fell, making the floor shriek i aim to fix the hole by filling it with paper wad it up a little and stuff it in it can’t fail i push it in deeper it falls through, into a void i try again…...

Linguistics in the Time of Uruguayan Invasion

I Linguistics in the time of Uruguayan invasion. When nobody cared about linguistics, before France, before Saussure, when nobody could have imagined a human being might ever think about    …...

I Am a Refugee

My apologies, Sir, That I come to you As a refugee. Accept me as a human being and not As a slave. Do not look down on me; Do not look me up and down. I am a poet; My testimonies plaster the walls, And…...

Exile is Born at This Moment

Oh, my love, while you are in my breath, I am a statue of snow at the entrance to Damascus, with eyes closed, nose breathing anger, ears tuned to the noise of death, mouth speechless, trying to say: when…...

Mad Marathon

And my window flees Followed by my doors My chair is in a rush, too I’m left standing in the middle of a bare room The room can’t withstand the volume of the loneliness It starts shaking Badly…...

Night

Elusive Night Knowledge was born from night’s womb, And from the same womb was light born This elusive night Stretching into a protracted darkness What, still, Will it bring to life? Possession Night—…...

Poem to the One in Far-Off Lands

The one banished by poverty lives heartless in far-off lands and cares for nothing as if it were his and is sullen and tired under the heavens. The one who leaves his house defeated and is dragged along…...

from “Carnia Haikai”

The hour of the dawn When the bedsheets conspire To wage anarchy. * A glutton for you: When my mealtime is over I lick my finger . . . * Ill-mannered, ill-bred: I am ever inclined to Eat with my fingers.…...

A Poem I Didn’t Name

Now is a time of national mourning. Not for the death of a king we have never seen. Now is a time of national mourning during which we all should thrust our heads down  to the bottom of the sea where…...

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