My Mother

By |January 3rd, 2011|Categories: Poetry|

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 home and hereafter.

The Medinah

By |January 2nd, 2011|Categories: Poetry|Tags: |

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 the Divine

26 December

By |December 26th, 2010|Categories: Poetry|

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 for giving. Express dispatched postage free fatiha*-stamped delivery. -- *opening [...]