Poetry – A Dash of Sunny

An intimacy with the unsaid

Sanaa -

I wake with the taste of symbols on my tongue. Salt. Smoke. Your […]

Sanaa -

Oh, quiet herald of upper air, you fall like a thought the earth’s […]

Sanaa -

It stays after he leaves, not like a memory– more like weather. A […]

Sanaa -

I carry your smile like a secret letter, folded warm against my ribs. […]

Sanaa -

The coffee shop floats a little, unmoored from the street, steam lifts from […]

Sanaa -

We learn it slowly— how not to rush the moment into confession. Your […]