Under The Roses

Won’t you kiss me like before when were were children by the well . . ? I hear church bells, church bells . . . my tears swell and my eyelids turn red and tender, I fall asleep and deep in the forest where we can quiet time from roaring past . . . surrender […]

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white roses

a silver light like moonlight on wooly spray like dew on dark blue three beams of candle light show through the steam and giggle on my skin bent and curved, spent deserved something you said i saw you i saw it you bled

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Self-Mortification and Identity Transcendence in The Shell, by Mustafa Khalifa[1]

Psychoanalysis and Writing Prison narratives prevail as a dominant genre in modern Arabic literature, and texts that have been produced by the experience of politically influenced imprisonment are particularly conducive to translation as Western readers continue to be fascinated by politically-fueled violence, particularly torture and sexual violence, in the Arab world. The United States has […]

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Divine Intervention

He and I by candle light, His eyes, divine, I’m falling . . clawing at your face.   Where are you? He’s ruled by the moon, a storm, god, yes, please, no . .   When he’ll return . . . He’ll say: Take it off. Are you ready for me baby? Help me … […]

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Feed Me Diamonds

I’m here if you want to hang me up and bleed me, my love for you, it’s simple, blindness  . . . hypnosis  . . . In the silence, as usual it’s useless to resist You do what you want to: feed me diamonds, feel my body shaking, swollen like a hurricane, bite at the […]

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