somethingdarker | May. 1st, 2011

May. 1st, 2011

Floating on a wave of blood - Rahim Yasin Qaynami "I Was That Person" transl. by Aziz Isa Elkun

Remaining in a courtyard of silence - Rahim Yasin Qaynami "I Was That Person" transl. by Aziz Isa Elkun

Surrounded by the sound of darkness - Rahim Yasin Qaynami "I Was That Person" transl. by Aziz Isa Elkun

Indoctrinated words of oppression - Rahim Yasin Qaynami "I Was That Person" transl. by Aziz Isa Elkun

Rain that fell like rocks - Rahim Yasin Qaynami "I Was That Person" transl. by Aziz Isa Elkun

Empty your thoughts to the stars - Rahim Yasin Qaynami "I Was That Person" transl. by Aziz Isa Elkun

Burning despite the ghostly winds - Rahim Yasin Qaynami "I Was That Person" transl. by Aziz Isa Elkun

Crushed the bones of the moon - Rahim Yasin Qaynami "I Was That Person" transl. by Aziz Isa Elkun

Who was forgotten by your lips - Rahim Yasin Qaynami "I Was That Person" transl. by Aziz Isa Elkun

Who shares the milk of regret - Rahim Yasin Qaynami "I Was That Person" transl. by Aziz Isa Elkun

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Let it be a history learned from orange - Noel Quiñones "Orange"

A child of unspeakable obsession - Noel Quiñones "Orange"

Her lips unlocked your sarcenet line - Noel Quiñones "Orange"

My fingers knew taste before the orange - Noel Quiñones "Orange"

Hunted man straight into your family crests - Noel Quiñones "Orange"

Scraped from dust to crown our bruises - Noel Quiñones "Orange"

As if we always knew we were history - Noel Quiñones "Orange"

Amber hardened into gold - Noel Quiñones "Orange"
Gold tricking mortals, mortals tricking gods - Noel Quiñones "Orange"

Millions of fruits grafted instead of born - Noel Quiñones "Orange"

The key to a philosopher's stone - Noel Quiñones "Orange"

Flirting with volcanoes to retrieve your arsenic - Noel Quiñones "Orange"

Forever in danger of sliding into another color - Noel Quiñones "Orange"

Tracing rivers and creeks and streams of citrus - Noel Quiñones "Orange"

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Watch a sparrow circle the glass ceiling - Paige Quinones "At the Museum"

As if composed with crude oil - Paige Quinones "At the Museum"

Kissed in a dark exhibit - Paige Quinones "At the Museum"

To put my palm against that mirror - Paige Quinones "Bipolar and its Related Disorders"

A skulk of white foxes stands watch - Paige Quinones "Canopy"

You do not love like an albatross - Paige Quinones "Elegy Ending on the Ocean Floor"

Peering into our minds' shadowed corners - Paige Quinones "Elegy Ending on the Ocean Floor"

The stasis of a seabird's dive - Paige Quinones "Elegy Ending on the Ocean Floor"

Revealing which insects live inside - Paige Quinones "Epithalamium"

Exposed to winter's angry hand - Paige Quinones "Erosion"

Rivers broke off in my fingers - Paige Quinones "I Dreamed in Spanish Once"

My refuge in the hunt - Paige Quinones "Love Poem: Fox"

The last flat stone in a river - Paige Quinones "Ode to Loss"

Wrap them in scarlet shrouds - Paige Quinones "Ode to My Womb"

A prior history of moving elevations - Paige Quinones "Outpatient Visit Summary"

White petals pooled around her ankles - Paige Quinones "Venice Beach"

A language I wish I had never learned - Paige Quinones "Viability Study"

The difference between panic and want - Paige Quinones "View from a Guest House in Calabasas"

My dead have no use for names - Paige Quinones "Visiting My Grandparents' Unmarked Graves"

I keep death in a jar - Paige Quinones "Wing Covert"

The quetzal I've snared - Paige Quinones "Wings Covert"

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Music and the mirth of kings - Francis Quarles "Good-Night"

Golden tales of endless treasure - Francis Quarles "The World's Fallacies"

Easy sales of lasting pleasure - Francis Quarles "The World's Fallacies"

Thy rewards are painted clay - Francis Quarles "The World's Fallacies"

Thy cunning can but pack the cards - Francis Quarles "The World's Fallacies"

A mint of new-coined treasure - Francis Quarles "The World's Fallacies"

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Earth owns no smiles in absence - Quince "Absence" [The Knickerbocker v.10 no.3 Sept. 1837]

Snaps the close-entwining chord - Quince "Absence" [The Knickerbocker v.10 no.3 Sept. 1837]

The withered leaf clings latest to the tree - Quince "Age" [The Knickerbocker v.10 no.3 Sept. 1837]

Vainly builds itself on dark despair - Quince "Age" [The Knickerbocker v.10 no.3 Sept. 1837]

Which made the burning depths of hell its home - Quince "Ambition" [The Knickerbocker v.10 no.3 Sept. 1837]

Till lust and murder gorge their fierce desire - Quince "Ambition" [The Knickerbocker v.10 no.3 Sept. 1837]

Virtue weaves for it a deathless crown - Quince "Ambition" [The Knickerbocker v.10 no.3 Sept. 1837]

And mercy deals the pain-inflicting blow - Quince "Sonnets: By 'Quince': Adversity" (The Knickerbocker v.10:1, July 1837)

With slight anguish mitigate much wo [sic] - Quince "Sonnets: By 'Quince': Adversity" (The Knickerbocker v.10:1, July 1837)

Pierces the vista of forgotten time - Quince "Sonnets: By 'Quince': Ages" (The Knickerbocker v.10:1, July 1837)

Slow journeying toward your destined goal - Quince "Sonnets: By 'Quince': Ages" (The Knickerbocker v.10:1, July 1837)

All of earth mysteriously allied - Quince "Sonnets: By 'Quince': Ages" (The Knickerbocker v.10:1, July 1837)

The eye that weeps calamity to see - Quince "Sonnets: By 'Quince': Angels" (The Knickerbocker v.10:1, July 1837)

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Her secret none can utter - Arthur Quiller-Couch "Alma Mater"

Dead leaves drift on the lute - Arthur Quiller-Couch "Alma Mater"

Fold her under the faded shawl - Arthur Quiller-Couch "Alma Mater"

A soul that treads without retreat - Arthur Quiller-Couch "The Doom of the Esquire Bedell"

Bear the symbol of his doom - Arthur Quiller-Couch "The Doom of the Esquire Bedell"

As he reels upon his awful quest - Arthur Quiller-Couch "The Doom of the Esquire Bedell"

The fiends in hell have flung the dice - Arthur Quiller-Couch "The Doom of the Esquire Bedell"

Feet that run for fearful price - Arthur Quiller-Couch "The Doom of the Esquire Bedell"

Who jot our score with Caesar's clay - Arthur Quiller-Couch "Measure for Measure"

When the earth is calmly breathing - Arthur Quiller-Couch "Retrospection"

Draughts of slumber undefiled - Arthur Quiller-Couch "Retrospection"

To snare the thoughtless rabbit - Arthur Quiller-Couch "Retrospection"

The stream suspects the keel - Arthur Quiller-Couch "Solvitur Acris Hiemps"

Stand secure on sliding fate - Arthur Quiller-Couch "The Splendid Spur"

Airy notions mix with earth - Arthur Quiller-Couch "The Splendid Spur"

So shall Charybdis wear a grace - Arthur Quiller-Couch "The Splendid Spur"

Fell in a jaundiced humour - Arthur Quiller-Couch "Titania"

Flicked a full dozen flies - Arthur Quiller-Couch "Titania"

The amorous moon of honeycomb - Arthur Quiller-Couch "Titania"

Step-sister of To-morrow's marmalade - Arthur Quiller-Couch "Titania"

To forge a thousand theories of the rocks - Arthur Quiller-Couch "Titania"

Frayed in the furnace of fact - Arthur Quiller-Couch "Unity Put Quarterly"

Like a psalm of green days telling - Arthur Quiller-Couch "Upon Eckington Bridge, River Avon"

Nor the red tear nor the reflect tower abides - Arthur Quiller-Couch "Upon Eckington Bridge, River Avon"

Lifting the green head of aconite - Arthur Quiller-Couch "Upon Eckington Bridge, River Avon"

Feeding with the sap of hope - Arthur Quiller-Couch "Upon Eckington Bridge, River Avon"

Anger over trivial things - A.T. Quiller-Couch "The White Moth"

Too many flaming suns for signposts - Sir Arthur Quiller-Couch "The White Moth"

Millions of tangled comets - Arthur Quiller-Couch "The White Moth"

All your sighs and tears unbind - Arthur Quiller-Couch "Written Upon Love's Frontier-Post"

All the laws he must obey - Arthur Quiller-Couch "Written Upon Love's Frontier-Post"

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Led us freely into the moonlight - Ruben Quesada "XI"

No fanfare no terror - Ruben Quesada "XI"

Magnetize a compass of love - Julie Quiroz "Superpowers"

See the moon by opening a door - Julie Quiroz "Superpowers"

Resonance beyond our wildest dreams - Julie Quiroz "Superpowers"

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What I devote to trust - Khadijah Queen "Ancient Mother I Keep Teaching Us New Ways to Find Joy"

Who am I without this danger? - Khadijah Queen "Ancient Mother I Keep Teaching Us New Ways to Find Joy"

Used up on hard ground - Khadijah Queen "Anodyne"

Across the definition of blue - Khadijah Queen "Common Miracles"

Stitches itself a whitened scar - Khadijah Queen "Common Miracles"

By no known means compliant - Khadijah Queen "Copper Men"

No match for the waking flame - Khadijah Queen "Declination"

The rust of the cold day breaking - Khadijah Queen "Declination"

Winter keeps us lucky - Khadijah Queen "Declination"

Mottled grey-blue with threats of yellow - Khadijah Queen "Declination"

Rinse dreams from your skin - Khadijah Queen "Declination"

A dream in rowdy fragments - Khadijah Queen "Declination"

A graveyard for nights and dreams - Khadijah Queen "Declination"

To rise from my low camouflage - Khadijah Queen "Declination"

Letting hunger quicken the hunter in me - Khadijah Queen "Declination"

Etch your departing silhouette in gold - Khadijah Queen "Declination"

Human by whose degrees - Khadijah Queen "Dementia Is One Way to Say Fatal Brain Failure"

Twined up in loose fog, time-shocked - Khadijah Queen "Dementia Is One Way to Say Fatal Brain Failure"

Before that last time breaking - Khadijah Queen "Disposed"

Could eat in our silence - Khadijah Queen "Double Life"

Of a chase ending in blood - Khadijah Queen "Double Life"

The map of lines on her forehead - Khadijah Queen "Double Life"

The furrows earned rightfully by crones - Khadijah Queen "Double Life"

The violence of language in every space - Khadijah Queen "Double Life"

Smoke rising grey to white - Khadijah Queen "Erosion"

Crawling baby of magma and water - Khadijah Queen "Erosion"

How we fail is how we continue - Khadijah Queen "Erosion"

For attachment past attachment's end - Khadijah Queen "Epilogue for Personae"

A path to lose our sense of others - Khadijah Queen "Epilogue for Personae"

Or flood the field pink - Khadijah Queen "Epilogue for Personae"

The sun of unknown experiments - Khadijah Queen "If Gold, Your Figure as Mirror on the Ground Is"

Crash the window in a dream - Khadijah Queen "If Gold, Your Figure as Mirror on the Ground Is"

Carries the joy of struggle - Khadijah Queen "If Gold, Your Figure as Mirror on the Ground Is"

Not a name or a silence - Khadijah Queen "If Gold, Your Figure as Mirror on the Ground Is"

All fluent in nothing - Khadijah Queen "If Gold, Your Figure as Mirror on the Ground Is"

Hiding where your debt grows - Khadijah Queen "If Gold, Your Figure as Mirror on the Ground Is"

Another interior to hold the ruin - Khadijah Queen "If Gold, Your Figure as Mirror on the Ground Is"

The high ground of resurrection - Khadijah Queen "If Gold, Your Figure as Mirror on the Ground Is"

Guilt planted for others - Khadijah Queen "If Gold, Your Figure as Mirror on the Ground Is"

By the sorrow-struck heart - Khadijah Queen "Imminence"

Strike us as a reversal of sky - Khadijah Queen "Imminence"

Those immensities we forbid ourselves - Khadijah Queen "Imminence"

Choices to make for the labyrinth - Khadijah Queen "Imminence"

In a sea of smooth pebbles - Khadijah Queen "Live Unadorned"

Want to have the last sound - Khadijah Queen "Live Unadorned"

Ending in decayed light - Khadijah Queen "Monologue for Personae"

Outside time, inside unknown epochs - Khadijah Queen "Monologue for Personae"

To shutter the past in our ignorance - Khadijah Queen "Monologue for Personae"

untapped talents and salted bravado - Khadijah Queen "Ode to 180 Pairs of White Gloves"

Resembling a hoarded apocalypse - Khadijah Queen "Ode to 180 Pairs of White Gloves"

Against a corridor of wounds - Khadijah Queen "Ode to 180 Pairs of White Gloves"

Folding screams into lace - Khadijah Queen "Precipitation Erasure"

The stone forest alive with limestone - Khadijah Queen "Reclusionary"

If I had the bones for this - Khadijah Queen "Retreat"

My fragments fragile now - Khadijah Queen "Retreat"

The gentleness your questions taught - Khadijah Queen "Retreat"

In every burst of agreement - Khadijah Queen "Retreat"

Cannot divine from dust - Khadijah Queen "Route"

Left beside a homeless staircase - Khadijah Queen "Route"

Slow to relinquish cold - Khadijah Queen "The Rule of Opulence"

Newness a habit, change an addiction - Khadijah Queen "The Rule of Opulence"

In the discipline of upkeep - Khadijah Queen "The Rule of Opulence"

Beat its blood through thin chambers - Kadijah Queen "Season of Grief"

Still interrupts the body I didn't make - Kadijah Queen "Season of Grief"

An echo of her mother's absence - Kadijah Queen "Season of Grief"

Together on this side of unknowing - Kadijah Queen "Season of Grief"

All the finite seasons we have - Kadijah Queen "Season of Grief"

Unpredictable years keep emptying - Kadijah Queen "Season of Grief"

We came to deny the surface - Khadijah Queen "Sestina for Persona"

Scattered ruthless integrity - Khadijah Queen "Sestina for Persona"

Under constellations three fists apart - Khadijah Queen "Sky Erasure"

Until my pain is upside down - Khadijah Queen "Something About the Way I Am Made Is Not Made"

Bloom red & pink from my back - Khadijah Queen "Something About the Way I Am Made Is Not Made"

The bad luck of odd numbers - Khadijah Queen "Something About the Way I Am Made Is Not Made"

A ghost running crowded - Khadijah Queen "Synesthesia"

Severed the angriest part of me - Khadijah Queen "Synesthesia"

Double the raging weapons - Khadijah Queen "Synesthesia"

Learn the texture of a heart - Khadijah Queen "Synesthesia"

Seconds wasted count as wanting - Khadijah Queen "A Tiny Now to Feed On"

Try not to think about withering - Khadijah Queen "A Tiny Now to Feed On"

A potion for whatever you don't want - Khadijah Queen "A Tiny Now to Feed On"

Belonging in failed ways - Khadijah Queen "A Tiny Now to Feed On"

To unravel panic's thousand fingers - Khadijah Queen "Tower"

I don't want to drown in ocean math - Khadijah Queen "Tower"

Grief lives a new life as devotion - Khadijah Queen "Tower"

What's past resistance to change - Khadijah Queen "Tower"

Both living and dying require giving up - Khadijah Queen "Tower"

Adding fuel to what undoes the ozone - Kadijah Queen "Undoing"

Manifested as sinkholes under permafrost - Kadijah Queen "Undoing"

An arctic undoing of us - Kadijah Queen "Undoing"

Keeping time against the urge to quit - Kadijah Queen "Undoing"

Wrestling out loud to music - Kadijah Queen "Undoing"

Where travel is future - Khadijah Queen "Ut Pictura Poesis"

This luxury of even time to ask - Khadijah Queen "Ut Pictura Poesis"

to learn the secret of cruelty - Kadijah Queen "Violence, I know you"

Too much pressed into bones - Khadijah Queen "X"

In everything live a disturbance - Khadijah Queen "X"

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Then waving as I fall - Sina Queyras "The Applicant"

Write in blood or don't bother - Sina Queyras "The Applicant"

A knife where my tongue lay - Sina Queyras "The Applicant"

Tenderness as reciprocity - Sina Queyras "The Couriers"

On a meteor compelled by earth - Sina Queyras "The Couriers"

A preponderance of biographers - Sina Queyras "The Couriers"

Will be looking up at moss - Sina Queyras "Cut"

The voices inside my body - Sina Queyras "Fever 103"

What cruel absurdity your cut - Sina Queyras "I Am No Lady, Lazarus"

Swallow a hole where sleep glints - Sina Queyras "I Am No Lady, Lazarus"

A direct hit as long as it's abstract - Sina Queyras "I Am No Lady, Lazarus"

The season of your disagreement - Sina Queyras "I Am No Lady, Lazarus"

Pour our children into the night - Sina Queyras "I Am No Lady, Lazarus"

Where a thimble hides dreams - Sina Queyras "I Am No Lady, Lazarus"

Carve a home in my bones - Sina Queyras "I Am No Lady, Lazarus"

A dark pillar of flight - Sina Queyras "The Jailer"

And stunned ourselves with our emptiness - Sina Queyras "The Jailer"

Two moons that fill my palms - Sina Queyras "Morning Song"

How you breathe your discontent - Sina Queyras "Mummy"

With your complicated luck - Sina Queyras "Mummy"

Forsake me at the lip of the mirror - Sina Queyras "Mummy"

Made of sorrow a sail - Sina Queyras "Mummy"

Giver and taker of dreams - Sina Queyras "Mummy"

My doubts like glass seeds - Sina Queyras "Thalidomide; Or, What She Didn't Ask"

Float toward a tulip light - Sina Queyras "Tulips"

And bid her walk into optimism - Sina Queyras "Women in Fog"

All the covetous notes - Sina Queyras "Years"

But all you feel is lack - Sina Queyras "Years"

Even so far from your trajectory - Sina Queyras "Years"

Carry our need to speak - Sina Queyras "Years"

Unzip my skin and leave it elsewhere - Sina Queyras "Years"

To wrestle down family ghosts - Sina Queyras "Years"

With the look of the always astonished - Sina Queyras "Years"

Against small violent spark of will - Sina Queyras "Years"

A fixed sea floor of grief - Sina Queyras "Years"

The first hint of my own violence - Sina Queyras "Years"

How their repetitions dictate - Sina Queyras "Years"

Around her own stacks of dynamite - Sina Queyras "Years"

The luxury of good sleep - Sina Queyras "Years"

A shiver riveted with a mouth full of pearls - Sina Queyras "Years"

Walk into a new season - Sina Queyras "Years"

Survive without her voice - Sina Queyras "Years"

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Withering under a glass dome - Danni Quintos "Age Eleven"

Glass marbles under my skin - Danni Quintos "Breast Pain"

A rust-colored rosary worn from prayer - Danni Quintos "Breast Pain"

Planned & printed on a Sunday future - Danni Quintos "Cross Your Forehead, Mouth, & Heart"

Strung yarn trajectories across all the oceans - Danni Quintos "Five Hundred Years & Three Weeks Ago We Killed Magellan"

Forever ending on the archipelago of thousand - Danni Quintos "Five Hundred Years & Three Weeks Ago We Killed Magellan"

Symbol of our resistance & distrust - Danni Quintos "Five Hundred Years & Three Weeks Ago We Killed Magellan"

Trying on your extravagance - Danni Quintos "Letters to Imelda III"

The weight of a bracelet she can't afford - Danni Quintos "Letters to Imelda III"

Squeeze the air from her birdbone body - Danni Quintos "Letters to Imelda V"

Your dynasty regenerates at the same rate - Danni Quintos "Letters to Imelda V"

Two sisters in the middle of the world - Danni Quintos "Pond's White Beauty"

In the dark instant between commercials - Danni Quintos "Pond's White Beauty"

A familiar face in a stranger - Danni Quintos "Possible Reasons My Dad Won't Return to the Philippines"

My sister's eyes looking back at him - Danni Quintos "Possible Reasons My Dad Won't Return to the Philippines"

If the half in common is a stranger - Danni Quintos "Possible Reasons My Dad Won't Return to the Philippines"

Disappeared into a neighborhood of mausoleums - Danni Quintos "Possible Reasons My Dad Won't Return to the Philippines"

Fibers pulled through biting teeth - Danni Quintos "Possible Reasons My Dad Won't Return to the Philippines"

The version of him that stayed - Danni Quintos "Possible Reasons My Dad Won't Return to the Philippines"

Who love me to the marrow of my bones - Danni Quintos "Quintos"

Who know my left-handed handwriting - Danni Quintos "Quintos"

Stares straight into the camera's eye - Danni Quintos "Rosa de Rosario, 1929"

Dark in the shadow of sycamores - Danni Quintos "Where Good People Live"

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Like a well to the lost - Yousif M. Qasmiyeh "At the feast of asylum"

In silence, we foretell the end - Yousif M. Qasmiyeh "At the feast of asylum"

Who stayed behind to count the void that is - Yousif M. Qasmiyeh "The bomb shelter"

Only dust departs and remains at once - Yousif M. Qasmiyeh "The bomb shelter"

Carved its past out of God's shoulder - Yousif M. Qasmiyeh "The bomb shelter"

With an empty bullet for decoration - Yousif M. Qasmiyeh "The bomb shelter"

An escape route for stagnant intentions - Yousif M. Qasmiyeh "The bomb shelter"

Where we swapped faces in haste - Yousif M. Qasmiyeh "The bomb shelter"

Bartered hands to caress time - Yousif M. Qasmiyeh "The camp -- is it possible?"

As pronounced by the sleeping and the mad - Yousif M. Qasmiyeh "The camp -- is it possible?"

We planted ourselves next to their scarecrows - Yousif M. Qasmiyeh "The camp -- is it possible?"

The parchment for the afterlife - Yousif M. Qasmiyeh "The camp -- is it possible?"

Ravenously gnawing at their shadows - Yousif M. Qasmiyeh "The camp -- is it possible?"

What accompanies us to the unpredictable - Yousif M. Qasmiyeh "The camp is the reject of the reject par excellence"

Time gives birth to nothing - Yousif M. Qasmiyeh "The camp is time"

Failed to preserve what I have inherited - Yousif M. Qasmiyeh "Contamination"

That questions are inherent within the answers - Yousif M. Qasmiyeh "Foreigners"

That answers very often comprise their questions - Yousif M. Qasmiyeh "Foreigners"

Questions which no answers can address - Yousif M. Qasmiyeh "Foreigners"

With the ghosts of the before and the after - Yousif M. Qasmiyeh "Function of inhabiting"

Walking alongside his shadow - Yousif M. Qasmiyeh "If this is my face, so be it"

Who needed to cross the border - Yousif M. Qasmiyeh "If this is my face, so be it"

Act as an alibi to existence - Yousif M. Qasmiyeh "If this is my face, so be it"

So invite them over to our death - Yousif M. Qasmiyeh "In arrival, feet flutter like dying birds"

Time died so that it could return home - Yousif M. Qasmiyeh "In arrival, feet flutter like dying birds"

No time to lament the superfluous - Yousif M. Qasmiyeh "An infinite outing; or the cemetery"

We leave our intentions in the distance - Yousif M. Qasmiyeh "An infinite outing; or the cemetery"

To capture time on its deathbed - Yousif M. Qasmiyeh "An infinite outing; or the cemetery"

Life dwells in the neck of the future - Yousif M. Qasmiyeh "An infinite outing; or the cemetery"

Once stole from underneath my mother's dream - Yousif M. Qasmiyeh "Is it distance or is it a far god?"

A loss in the shape of a language - Yousif M. Qasmiyeh "Is it distance or is it a far god?"

Possesses the perpetuity of nothing - Yousif M. Qasmiyeh "Is it distance or is it a far god?"

A journey of feet made of water - Yousif M. Qasmiyeh "Is it distance or is it a far god?"

A river of tales fenced in by the dead's texts - Yousif M. Qasmiyeh "Is it distance or is it a far god?"

Separated by air and the narrowest of voids - Yousif M. Qasmiyeh "It is a camp despite the name"

But the echo was always hers - Yousif M. Qasmiyeh "My mother the philosopher"

Surrounds its limbs with spears - Yousif M. Qasmiyeh "Necessarily, the camp is the border"

Instead of wheat they grind their memories - Yousif M. Qasmiyeh "Necessarily, the camp is the border"

To count the eyes of which we dream - Yousif M. Qasmiyeh "Necessarily, the camp is the border"

We store our dialects in broken hearts - Yousif M. Qasmiyeh "Necessarily, the camp is the border"

To mark the occasion of coming back - Yousif M. Qasmiyeh "Non-arrival"

We write it on parchments of time evermore - Yousif M. Qasmiyeh "Refugees are dialectical beings"

Killed my father to steal the name - Yousif M. Qasmiyeh "A soliloquy before time"

To sail towards the wildest of screams and never return - Yousif M. Qasmiyeh "A soliloquy before time"

The silent hand on my shoulder - Yousif M. Qasmiyeh "A soliloquy before time"

My eyes trespassing in every void and flesh - Yousif M. Qasmiyeh "A soliloquy before time"

Time in the superfluity of tenses - Yousif M. Qasmiyeh "There it is: the camp that is yet to be born"

That has no name but forever exists - Yousif M. Qasmiyeh "There it is: the camp that is yet to be born"

Sipping from the same dry well - Yousif M. Qasmiyeh "There it is: the camp that is yet to be born"

Sacrificed at the builder's doorstep - Yousif M. Qasmiyeh "Threshold"

To baptise the feet of the descending crowds - Yousif M. Qasmiyeh "Threshold"

Delve deeply into the corridors of the sudden - Yousif M. Qasmiyeh "Threshold"

A fistful of absence suffices - Yousif M. Qasmiyeh "The throne"

Things they see with their eyes shut - Yousif M. Qasmiyeh "Time"

They walk on a thread of dust or water - Yousif M. Qasmiyeh "Time"

So as not to forget their intentions in the air - Yousif M. Qasmiyeh "Time"

Urns of fresh metal and time - Yousif M. Qasmiyeh "Time"

Wreathed by the sun's orbits - Yousif M. Qasmiyeh "Time"

To write their return to nothing from nothing - Yousif M. Qasmiyeh "Time"

From dusty borders and crushed wheat - Yousif M. Qasmiyeh "Time"

Escaping greyness and air - Yousif M. Qasmiyeh "What remains of the camp when the name dies?"

Wrinkled memories tucked away - Yousif M. Qasmiyeh "What remains of the camp when the name dies?"

Both acts betray silence - Yousif M. Qasmiyeh "What remains of the camp when the name dies?"

Rummage in the ash in search of sound - Yousif M. Qasmiyeh "What remains of the camp when the name dies?"

Leave it in your place and depart - Yousif M. Qasmiyeh "What remains of the camp when the name dies?"

Forgot that my tears are for me alone - Yousif M. Qasmiyeh "What remains of the camp when the name dies?"

They wedded each other at sunset - Yousif M. Qasmiyeh "What remains of the camp when the name dies?"

See beyond our feet and their shadow - Yousif M. Qasmiyeh "What remains of the camp when the name dies?"

Fleeing women nearing the abyss - Yousif M. Qasmiyeh "What remains of the camp when the name dies?"

Red soil to nurture escaping blessings in dryness - Yousif M. Qasmiyeh "With a third eye, I see the catastrophe"

Infinite gratitude to death's eloquence - Yousif M. Qasmiyeh "With a third eye, I see the catastrophe"

Awake to see with the eyes of dust - Yousif M. Qasmiyeh "With a third eye, I see the catastrophe"

Bespoke mirrors for our escaping faces - Yousif M. Qasmiyeh "With a third eye, I see the catastrophe"

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