THE STORY THUS FAR by Kosi Dunn

Whose imagination birthed you? The handiwork of stolen  books, a patchless quilt a stranger’s kindness resting on the shoulders of each patient lover. I got  excellent taste, everyone I touch unmakes me. Perhaps  there is a knack to this melting in a mouth, sniffing  out the better God, settling for  my highest self. I cool…

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Ode to Sham, The Yard Sale, Boxes by Dahlia Dandashi

Ode To Sham I cried for three months straight. I was wet and boredWith summer’s ubiquitous ghostHaunting me at every dikeniAnd every butcher shop. Talkalakh — Homs — Damascus — Latakia.I zigzagged from East to West, North to South,But the heat of summer hitchhiked to each city! I remember a young me,Ironed out on streets…

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