My Mother

Ummi, softer than stone and stronger, has run between Safa and Marwa for as long as I’ve breathed. At her feet gush the springs of […]

The Medinah

salty *dhikr floods my face hands now too heavy for sin shape them into broken bowls forgive me for all I’ve been — *remembrance of […]

26 December

And maybe that’s why it’s called Boxing day. They put him in one and took him away. All wrapped up in camphored ribbon, calico-strung ready […]

2011 Wise Dice

Force formulating/following resolutions into a more tangible and active space.

The call

With my bare behind exposed to the tepid Arabian evening air, the Almighty brought me squat down to earth.