Category Archives: poetry

letter to a trans muslim

Dear trans muslim whose genderqueer-ness gives you no easy answers as to where you should stand when salat begins, who feels misplaced in a hijab, who doesn’t want to dress like the other men, and even if you did identify … Continue reading

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on silence and words

the more I speak the cloudier my vision becomes, a dream remembered upon waking evaporates in the dawn light. how much i wish to remain in the dark and blue light of silent morning prayer listening to god’s chanted words … Continue reading

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make me into a temple

oh Lord, how distant is your presence locked up behind some altar I cannot enter, so far away I am from witnessing your mysteries. What place can I call holy? oh Lord, I am cut away from your sacraments. What … Continue reading

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Night’s Journey Rage

I. The Raging Storm I sometimes lie awake at night Feeling the anger bubble up inside me Like a growing storm Sucking the life out of me Like the atmosphere absorbs moisture So that water transforms into darkness. I want … Continue reading

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I hear you (σ’ακούω)

It happens sometimes when I am convinced of such wondrous proposals that the stars’ burden is the heavens. Or when a wave of air comes rushing into my lungs rejuvenation, reflection upon a step I take, or remembrance of the … Continue reading

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For an Aunt with Alzheimer’s

What is left of us when the mind goes? Thia’s last years were spent with alzheimer’s Which makes me wonder, what part of those years were hers? She forgot who we were, one by one. And then she forgot how … Continue reading

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The Joy of Secret Spaces

I like the closed spaces of narrow staircases with twisting turns, of rooms within rooms secret hallways behind walls, of doors within doors, like an old Andalusian house: turn this knob and enter through a wide door; but turn this … Continue reading

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