by Memoona Zahid | Apr 30, 2021 | Featured, Poetry
Back to Normal He unfurled for nine months like paper folded more than eight times over, springing outwards in his eagerness, and this morning parts of him were birthed again. MRI round three and it’s knockout, brain scans showing water before it...
by Memoona Zahid | Apr 29, 2021 | Featured, Poetry
We spend a slow morning At this hour, the air is wind unstilled by the April sun. The mynahs are on errands – I hear less song more wing. I am warmed by the habitual honey lemon and beside me the dog is snoring. At this hour, the room is a cup and...
by Memoona Zahid | Apr 28, 2021 | More Word & Image
She Walks in Beauty By Lord Byron She walks in beauty, like the night Of cloudless climes and starry skies; And all that’s best of dark and bright Meet in her aspect and her eyes; Thus mellowed to that tender light Which heaven to gaudy day denies. One shade...
by Memoona Zahid | Apr 28, 2021 | Featured, Poetry
Bake yourself some unicorns After Rishi Dastidar Start your day with a cheese board; wear lycra to work; decorate your eyelids with glitter made from reclaimed rainbow tears; slay your greetings — wink with both eyes — say goodbye instead of hello; only...
by Memoona Zahid | Apr 27, 2021 | Featured, Poetry
What is there to say About petals? They precede seeds, And return every year: each happening Contains its own undoing, brings The next one in its wake. The world in a perpetual State of adolescence, everything Not quite this anymore, but not that yet. A...
