Like a dervish
I am flattered by poems, emotions,
spitting the coffee
in the longing coffee.
From the east,
the last gate of escape,
I looked upon us
in the froth....
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Qateef, Saudi Arabia
Contributors: Raed Al-Jishi
« The Qateef settlement dates back to approximately 3500 B.C. and is well known for its traditional markets (suqs), such as its Fish Market. »
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A flower carried carefully by the wind, the verses of the petals are the hymns of the morning. Time dreams about the flowing dew of intonation Like perfume touching her... media_text
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And I see peasants singing along the milky road alongside a bull that didn’t know what a plow looks like. And beggars, desert sharpeners like a flock of cheating... media_text
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An autistic girl searching for the spring between the black clouds— her braids are made from a shining rose branch. Her dreams are made from a shining rose. But who... media_text
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When the distance to stillness becomes a ticket for the passenger and there is no other trip, the port of transfiguration is caught in desertification. Sound waves ... media_text
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My kid is playing nearby and he stuns me, how he chooses my right breast and sucks my age till it swells. I try to surprise him with my left but he squeezes the nipple... media_text
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We have a modest tradition of hospitality. Our Arabian coffee doesn’t need sugar or cardamom to be tasty or delightful just like the smile we serve to those... media_text
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If the core of rising Is the core of kneeling, where will I direct and to what will I surrender my eyes? From the collection Bleeding Gull: Look Feel Fly media_text
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I am gambling in the Beirut night. I need two numbers melded together. I never asked any dice about its color, where it was made, or about its birthday in... media_text
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I roll up. I smoke the pulse of the minute. I inject my hand with heroin of love. No one can shut me up. My flying poems hide themselves in the pack of hearts, ... media_text
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It is my right to love as she wants it, to get ripped by desire when her necklace scatters the tears of pearls. It is a riot, and it is my right to love and die ... media_text
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In the beginning love was a gift from God. Its law melts as words. Its eve was the tone of the letters. Adam was not there but a sheet containing the fate of all... media_text
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