Author: Sanaa

Do you see the poem   happening to me when I look at […]
Not the sigh of skin against skin, nor its echo,  not the soft […]
The city is a sprawling labyrinth of ash and steel, its skyline serrated […]
As in sleeping-drink spices, I loosen in the liquid-clear   mirror my fatigued demeanor […]
I stand,  in the shadow of laughter,  hidden among the corners,  where the […]
Lift is a quiet push forward,  a hand reaching upward,  the surge of […]