A torchon after Indigo Weller Some need some Body or more to ape sweat on some site. Bloody purl or dirty spit hocked up for to show who gets eaten. Rig Body up. Bough bow to breeze a lazed jig and sway to grig’s good fiddling. Pine-deep dusk, a spot where stood Body. Thus they clap — when I mount banc’, jig up the lectern. Bow to say, “it’s all good,” we, gathered, withstood the bends of dives deep er, darker. They clap as I get down. Sweat highlights my body,…
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فیض رسول فیضان ۔۔۔۔ سلام
سلام کیا جلوہ کربلا میں دکھایا حسینؓ نے سجدے میں جا کے سر کو کٹایا حسینؓ نے خوش بخت تھا کہ آپ کے قدموں پہ آگرا سویا نصیب حُر کا جگایا حسینؓ نے نیزے پہ سر تھا اور زباں پر تھیں آیتیں قرآن اِس طرح بھی سنایا حسینؓ نے ناناؐ کے پاک نام پہ ہر چیز وار دی کچھ بھی نہ اپنے پاس بچایا حسینؓ نے صدمے سے قدسیوں کی بھی چیخیں نکل گئیں اصغرؓ کو جب گلے سے لگایا حسینؓ نے راہِ خدا میں جان کی بازی لگا گئے…
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اعلیٰ صحافتی اقدار کے امین …ارشاد احمد حقانی اب حرفِ تمنا کو سماعت نہ ملے گی بیچو گے اگر خواب تو قیمت نہ ملے گی سوچا ہی نہ تھا یوں بھی اُسے یاد رکھیں گے جب اُس کو بھلانے کی بھی فرصت نہ ملے گی (پیر زادہ قاسم) صحافی، کالم نویس اور دانشور ارشاد حقانی6 ستمبر 1928ء کو قصور میں پیدا ہوئے۔ارشاد احمد حقانی علم وادب کا ذخیرہ ہونے کے ساتھ ساتھ ایک بے باک اور نڈر صحافی تھے ۔ پنجاب یونیورسٹی سے اسلامیات اور تاریخ میں ایم اے کی…
Read MoreI pray for your missing body by Sara Uribe
"I pray for your missing body” I pray for your missing body to be granted justice. For it to be granted a name. I pray I’ll have a place to go to cry. I pray for those who are good and for the others, because even if they have no heart, I do.
Read MoreFOR MY FRIENDS, IN REPLY TO A QUESTION by Safia Elhillo
FOR MY FRIENDS, IN REPLY TO A QUESTION I’m okay. And, of course, I’m not, but I go through the motions. I wake up to the alarm’s howl, even when the word in my body is no. I dress in livid colors. I blacken the hairs of each eyebrow. I bake & braise & pickle. I write & read & lose hours to the blur of the television. I sit for hours in the bath, my skin puckering. I don’t know if I’ll ever go home again. I don’t know who I’ve seen…
Read MoreLetter to The Father by Ricardo Domeneck
LETTER TO THE FATHER Now that my lord more closely resembles a hunk of meat with two eyes turned toward the dark ceiling from the gurney where likely you will not die alone only because not even able to swallow your saliva yourself in the company of this tube alone that feeds you I ask myself if mother’s ban against confessing to my lord the amorous habits of my mucous membranes is still in place and if indeed you would love me the less you knew about how much rubbing…
Read MoreOrigin by Brian Komei Dempster
Through darkness they came, covered in ash, scarred by depths and distance, they bore salt and fire, breath steaming at edges of decks, hands clutching railings, their bodies dizzied by the lurching vessel, trunks pulled by hand, Where are you from? I unwrapped my legacy from cloth, the marble Buddha from my grandfather, ancient as the sea-stained covers of his sutras, the briny odor of carp centuries old. What are you? Not only where they were from but who they were and would become. His strange past…
Read MoreMoon by Kathleen Jamie
Last night, when the moon slipped into my attic room as an oblong of light, I sensed she’d come to commiserate. It was August. She traveled with a small valise of darkness, and the first few stars returning to the northern sky, and my room, it seemed, had missed her. She pretended an interest in the bookcase while other objects stirred, as in a rock pool, with unexpected life: strings of beads in their green bowl gleamed, the paper-crowded desk; the books, too, appeared inclined to open and confess. Being…
Read MoreSci-Fi by Tracy K. Smith
There will be no edges, but curves. Clean lines pointing only forward. History, with its hard spine & dog-eared Corners, will be replaced with nuance, Just like the dinosaurs gave way To mounds and mounds of ice. Women will still be women, but The distinction will be empty. Sex, Having outlived every threat, will gratify Only the mind, which is where it will exist. For kicks, we’ll dance for ourselves Before mirrors studded with golden bulbs. The oldest among us will recognize that glow—…
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