HIGHER mama, what happened here? I ask and ask, already, one might say, grown up rarely do I climb on a stool anymore to reach for something high now I reach for other things, for example, higher... Continue Reading →
WHITESLEEVES A. had decided to wear a white shirt, although black befits a funeral, they say, for you cannot be wistful in white, yet A. knew how to weep in a white shirt. Through the droplets of fog on the... Continue Reading →
NAMES AND NOUNS at night grandma prays lying on the floor. i hear grandma sleep. mouth open. breathing like she has flies in her throat. i accidentally break off the head of my doll and tell mami that ergon... Continue Reading →
Home I watched the video of the ocean that you sent and read Rumi's "The Seed Market" per your request. It is mid-morning here; a cool breeze brushes my skin while I write. I could see that... Continue Reading →
SPLIT I am a woman and I speak. I am a woman with lines on her face and I speak. I am a woman with lines on her face and scars on her belly and I speak with the voice... Continue Reading →
(translated from the Bosnian/Croatian/Serbian by Mirza Purić) not my children beggars at my door I’m not opening the spyhole is a safe space a worldview in my fridge fungi and mould I devour the remnants of what I’d stored I... Continue Reading →
1. If I could talk to the old, sage winds That roam the ancient skies of your land I'd ask them to tell me stories of yore Of the gods and the rulers and the holy men Who built the... Continue Reading →
Generation MM O dearest child, millennial thing, how slow the world must seem to spin, when screens and phones aren't close at hand, a state you scarcely comprehend. Oh what on earth your 'friends' might think? You haven't... Continue Reading →
You wanted it all I get it now. There are many different ways of coming close to heaven, you say and I’m listening but outside the angel is dancing on burning leaves and I’m wondering how long... Continue Reading →
Aqua They’ll punish you like they did Alice Fitzpatrick for crunching on an apple in church, her cold gloat reduced to half a calf’s lick: a curl of baby hair tossed into crater lake. Distilled aqua ersatz, tear-stained glass... Continue Reading →
That day, we found a moon of a fish, belly-pocked with spots, on the lip of the shore. It was still. It was gorgeous. We did not know what to do. You filled with manic hope, looking for a banyan... Continue Reading →
Ramadan has just begun this year—a time of restraint and self-reflection, a time where I intentionally build moments to return to myself amid the everyday chaos of living. Four years ago I was living in Sarajevo; my last month in... Continue Reading →
