Does Immortality come bundled with Love?

By |January 28th, 2011|

for all your talk of
strength and person
you know that you would
unbuckle at your knees
fall heart-first out of your mouth
at just the thought of him […]

Hura

By |January 26th, 2011|

Hura

When will it be
that a generation
has its baksheesh
not as some grudging gineh
tossed into a palm
but as a sweet freedom
dripping off of kunafa.
A huriya lingering […]

Maybe the clouds are brooding

By |January 24th, 2011|

Maybe the clouds are brooding

For the most part,
children are
adult-improvers.

Free printables: baby shower gift tags

By |January 24th, 2011|

I designed these swing tags to complement the favours given out at my sister-in-law's baby shower.

Zuma’s Bastard: Final cover & supporting material

By |January 24th, 2011|

Zuma's Bastard is available at Exclusive Books stores nationwide, as well as on www.kalahari.net

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Do we call on One the same?

By |January 23rd, 2011|

Do we call on One the same?

How is it that
a light in my heart
becomes
a stone in your hand?

That a tongue in your mouth
is a […]

My first review

By |January 19th, 2011|

It could also be, ambitiously, a six word memoir or epitaph: "She constructed interesting and meaningful sentences."

Ducts

By |January 11th, 2011|

Ducts

It is better for
my mother to cry over
the poems I’m driven to write
than
that which
drives me to write poems.

I wonder what sort of child we’ll make

By |January 7th, 2011|

I wonder what sort of child we’ll make.
Will he be clumsy and good for good’s sake?
Will she be clever and write on the walls?
Will […]

Base, slap, tone

By |January 6th, 2011|

My fingers aren't made for strings to strum,

My Mother

By |January 3rd, 2011|

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|

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

Always grateful for you

By |January 1st, 2011|

at the intersection of
Fate and
Free Will
we took  a turn
for the best.

26 December

By |December 26th, 2010|

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 chapter of […]