Unsettled: New Writing from Oman
Unsettlement, a lack of centeredness, manifests itself throughout each of the works in this issue.
I forget the fingers. I forget the medications. Then . . . one night, any night, I’ll see her in a dream.
Like Any Messiah Taken Unaware by Death
Death is colder than a cup of water on my body, and/ Fonder to me than sand
Its scent is like infirmity, / This soul
I huddled in sorrow beside the warmth of my wound.