A poem by: Abdosalam Al Ajeali Translated from Arabic by: Ghazi GheblawiHe is a shadowTaken by the callAnd left him hangedAt the end of the alleyAnd she is a stormThe dusk is her howdahHer chanting is a line of sandAnd an old coughSo, come close oh, stormThis embossed is a home for my fingersAnd that […]
The Miserable Meshweshian*
