
A Fiery Glow in the Heart
Taste the nothing that isn’t and the nothingness that is How many giraffes could gallop through those words with their incredi…
Taste the nothing that isn’t and the nothingness that is How many giraffes could gallop through those words with their incredi…
Ah, almost speechless at the sweltering threshold of a long Ramadan fast, yet remembering not only Badr and its combatants whi…
(The reader here is Sidi Ayman Muhammed, from Britain, a graphic designer, rapper and poet) The drunk in Allah are free from t…
A lyre sat in the sun and played itself Harps all over the world began to strum leaned up against corners in Latino Tavernas…
There once was a man who tipped his hat and out fell bird’s eggs How they got there was nobody’s guess but God’s to…
(Note: This was first published on my blog on May2, 2011. Isis and their ilk certainly have taken on and expanded Ben Laden’s …
The bullet sped through the air going nowhere Aunt Martha was ironing ironically enough On a high balcony in Barcelona Larvae …
THE PRESENT TENSE (please click to watch) You wake up and the room is empty the light is out There’s that high-pitched ringing…
https://ecstaticxchange.files.wordpress.com/2010/12/soap-bubble.mp3 A soap bubble the size of space itself slid over space but…