Ramadan is a Gorgeous Chorus
Ramadan is a gorgeous chorus repeated in a mist above glades of green wheat bending in blue light Ramadan meets itself coming …
Ramadan is a gorgeous chorus repeated in a mist above glades of green wheat bending in blue light Ramadan meets itself coming …
Puppets can’t break their fast through their painted mouths Rocks can be said to be fasting forever Mountain “fastnesses” are …
Ramadan suns itself by the dark of night and takes no notice of earthquake or flood Ramadan begins walking toward us from the …
Who I’ve become after all my adventures on land is a seventy-one year-old man who fa…
The small brown spider in my bathroom (honored guest whose protection is assured) after more than two weeks of patient waiting…
Halfway through the fast is it a giant granite stone we shoulder uphill in a boiling sun? Or pool after reflective shady pool …
A crater opens in the day and swallows us whole Though we may want to wander at the base of it asking for water…
(without music) (with music) Ramadan goes looking for the people who fast the best wearing the phases of the moon as a shield …
When the tide of the day pulls out and leaves the night standing on the shore swallowing the stars and the moon is nearly…
OK let’s get this straight — Who wants to fast really? Put the body through drought’s grinding chains? Not reach for the plum …
A goat eats grass off the Beloved’s hill and gives white milk to the Beloved’s Messenger O body of seemingly little worth disc…
Ramadan is burnished sunlight on the cheek of the Beloved at the first dawn of creation first fruits burst on first green bran…