by Memoona Zahid | Jan 18, 2021 | Word & Image
The locusts have no king they wandered about in sheepskins speckled and spotted among the goats They were stoned hills melted like wax mountains skipped like rams And the pots, and the shovels, and the snuffers, and the spoons they gathered the quails quails...
by Memoona Zahid | Jan 18, 2021 | Featured, Poetry
Mix & Match but what if we mixed the smoke of my incense sticks & the smoke of your rolled-up happiness in a room only suitable for two? what if we mixed & matched your hundred fingers with my four fingerprints? what if we let my kundalini...
by Memoona Zahid | Jan 17, 2021 | Featured, Poetry
do not eat you dry out my tongue, dry off, dry off, wither in my mouth like the ripe white leg of a lamb breach-born, caught dangling between guts and dew, fingers of mist still laid in the valley biscuits in a long cardboard tube sticky with crumbs, the...
by Memoona Zahid | Jan 16, 2021 | Featured, Haibun, Tanka, Haiku & Haiga, Poetry
Winter solstice 2020 13/12/2020 dream haiku small hours of Sunday morning family’s little strength guarded for mourning 17/12/2020 still growing on old apple tree— mistletoe 21/12/2020 the peanut feeder disappears — flap of crows...
by Memoona Zahid | Jan 15, 2021 | Featured, Poetry
The unsheltered places The unsheltered in their places might remark if asked, that a pavement at close quarters is like the surface of the moon just before the sun disturbs itself to snuff out, one by one each florescent streetlight’s fizz that crowds...
