The Horses - Qassim Haddad

This is how the horses gallop, dislodging themselves from the eminence of the carriage and disturbing the tranquillity of the market.

I Do Not Bow - Qassim Haddad

Naked I stand in the chilling wind
Alone
like the letter A
and I do not bow

Space - Qassim Haddad

I don't know how

I sit this way, my head the hat of the universe and my hands in a frenzy.

I am not tired or sad

I see whiteness, towers of chaos

The Keening Of The Reed - Qassim Haddad

He put his paw in the lake

like one dipping a quill in a well of words…

He wasn't of reed,

nor has Love a thing to grant:

Among beasts there is no wolf worthy of the loneliness

Stars - Ahmed ALajmi

While the night plays its thoughts,

Allowing the stars to dance naked,

We sit–me and my portable radio–

On an old table

Urgent Mail - Ali Al Jallawi

He was no more than a courier

On his back a sack of letters

He had a bicycle

A route

And a cap

He was no more than a courier

The Sea has its Transformations ... Make Way - Qassim Haddad

Whoever saw a sea so narrow

narrow narrow

like the pupil of an eye

I mean - who

I have seen

and it's narrowing still

hardly space enough for the sputter of a strange gull

small fish can find no space in which to make a turn

The Children - Qassim Haddad

Those many children
who frolic around you
Have you chosen names for them
or will you leave the naming to the gardens?

One Day In June - Ebrahim Al-Arrayedh

One day in June
Her shapely hand was raised, and waving still
To those colourful columns filing past

One word song - Vinay Benjamin

"Papa?" she sang over the lines,
Tremulous with expectation,
A word summoned all tenderness,
Time, the knave, bowed in salutation.