A Collection of Poems

I am from where kids smile sweet And Niles meet, ⁣ Where the sun always shines And grandfathers tell tales of golden times, ⁣

We are the sons of Rizēg, our nickname is "handful of dust". They destined us for destruction, behold we are alive,

In another life, I have wings. In another life, I can write on the skies… write pieces during the day that’d be watered by the sun then watc...

Our God is one. Our grandfather is one. Adam and Eve, Adam and Eve, Adam and Eve.

My brown ox has grown old like Wunbiel’s ox. This dark ox has grown old like Wunbiel’s ox, like the brown ox of my grandfather, like Luangle...

Hauwa al Kora, when the travelling party separated, I was grieved and unwilling. You have left Keilak the lake of wadis, you have left the c...

Umm Madās, the heifer of Kalaka, her mother’s house is a gathering place for guests, never deserted.

1 Awoken by light, I scratch the glass of dreams, and find myself stepping free of shadows and silence.

Tomorrow the straitened wars In darkness, suddenly, the crates of fruit terrify

I The little boy, playing in bed while his wounded mother cooks, is throwing little words and circles out of the window.