Peace Poems: 7

In times of furor Walls won’t silence this music These songs of freedom Listen, says the nightingale, Fervor is tempered with grace  

Peace Poems:1

We’ll stand united When roses cease their blooming In peaceful protest Till then, says the nightingale, Let’s join together in song

Old Face

12.27.16 Shedding Red Serpent Wavespell Once up on a mountain, in a place where fairies blew mist and fog over tree tops on balmy winter days when they wanted to come out unseen to dance and play, there lived Old Face. She looked out from a slope covered in honeysuckle and wild rose at the...

Jasper’s Piggly Wigglies

Red Planetary Skywalker GAP Five little pigs finished their yogurt, oats and apples on a sweltering morning. They licked their bowls clean, and wiped beads of sweat from their faces; each with a red handkerchief. Then they looked at each other. The first little pig said, “Well I’ll be going to market”. And he picked...

Raindance

Rainmaker dances, a wild electric dance, she courts thunder to come clap alongside her, she calls her sisters to join her trance. There are four rainmakers dancing, their electric hair streaming wildly white, black eyes flashing as feet pound minty music. The sound of rain pouring comes, thunder claps loudly, and black clouds roll their...

Moo Meetha

Start at the beginning with Part One, Masala. The middle part, two, Momo. Mirchi, Part Three. Haldee Raam and I drove back the next day. He received a phone call from his daughter, who having returned home from visiting the graveyard and finding him gone, had simply called his cell phone. “Such a smart girl...

Mirchi

Read Part One, Masala. Read Part Two, Momo A short while after Khizzr had told me Zuljabeenah’s story, I stopped in the market for naan and noticed the upstairs windows to Haldee Raam’s shop had the shutters drawn. He was outside with a bundle by his feet, clicking locks closed on the metal pull down...

Momo

Read Part One, Masala The camel kneeled and backed up before settling down under a date tree where Rizzaq climbed off from the space behind her hump. His rump was slightly sore from sitting on the camels back for weeks, travelling into the desert where Ilaalat, The Lady of Flowers, tended to her grove. He...

Masala

The market was a maze of alleys with bumpy roads, pockmarked with ditches. Narrow streets intersected in a big open space in the middle, the heart where beggars, balloon shapers, and cotton candy vendors convened amongst the cars lucky enough to find parking spots. Haldee Raam’s shop was the third one in the middle of...

The Heedless Girl

There once was a pretty, young woman who lived in a little cottage off a country lane. Her name was Sseldaed, and she was vain and arrogant. One day, a poor beggar wandering through the country lanes stopped at Sseldaed’s door to ask for food. “Pooh!” exclaimed Sseldaed at the sight of the beggar, and...