Ta Prohm By Seán Hewitt March 2, 2020 A stifling heat—the air heavy—and all around the loud, wet forest knotting the gaps in its own sound. A peace long earned, then broken; 0 Comments
Adoration By Seán Hewitt March 2, 2020 St. Stephen’s Day: home unsettled, a rupture, and here the ruched branch has turned itself outward, its soft, bright innards held up along the path. At first, a golden 0 Comments
Mubtadiyah By Leila Chatti Summer 2017 Hidden in a dim stall as the muezzin calledall worshipers to prayer, I touched privatelythe indelible stain. 0 Comments
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