A Dream
Her toes teased the pull my feet lay idle onI was drawn by almond slits that claimed eyesSaw a scene I can’t recall. I wanted to touch her, was she soft?Or were her fingertips calloused with the earth’s dirt she didn’t bother shed?I crouched to her level, fumbling for...
Prepared
Anam Khaleel’s spoken word poetry touches upon every student’s dilemma as they prepare to step out into the world. Give it a listen! Prepared by Anam Khaleel https://centreforconversations.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/11/Anam-Prepared-Spoken-Word.mp3 Anam...
Uncle
Right from the smell of petrichor on its collision with the earth,to the chatter of the streets and the misty haze of the sidewalks,I imagined your memory.I imagine you, a little boy enslaved in the body of a man, as he guides his niece down a memory, hauntingly...
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