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  THE BLUE HOUR
The moment when the exhausted stars, hanging in the fading sky by their waning strength, call out, silently, their last warning: we stand, you and I, at the edge of the night field, grasses
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  OPPOSITES ATTRACT
Her love is sheets swirling under sheets taking on the life of ghosts, trapped air in the pit of your brain. Sky pilots imitating birds, the birds careening into scarecrows, nests for eyes, a scatter of sun-seed, her love is blind form, the ...
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  CUBAN FISH HEAD SOUP*
never say no to her propositions you wouldn?t even know what hit you she has the right to self-defence the right to bare arms, legs without fishnet stockings in the generosity of local fishermen if she doesn?t recall the name of your king
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  JUST WANTED
Just wanted to say? I ?. You interrupted me with a wave of your hand, as if to say: ?You don?t have to say it, yet? We barely know each other; we?ve only just met.? Which you did! And I said: What?s wrong with saying it to friends?
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  POEM FOR AMNA
There are the large consequential deaths known martyrdoms and those paid tribute to in cenotaphs - or deaths casually mentioned or simply passed by. So you are remembered a face from childhood slit-eyed, runny-nosed
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was published in November 2016
 
 
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THERE IS A LIZARD ON THIS BUS
Weary, at the end of your day, you enter an evening bus. You attach seamlessly ...
 
SHOOTING AT SHARKS
In the summer of 1966 we went by ship from East Pakistan to West Pakistan. We ...
 
 
 
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