a ribbon of pavement cuts through rolling fields overgrown with thistle, grasses and ... CONTINUED
number seven bus
the driver barely looks as i pay the fare. all window seats are taken. most stare at phones or ... CONTINUED
bus stop
broken glass. gum wrapper. empty snapple bottle. curiously, grains of sand reminiscent of the ... CONTINUED
night fall
she stared mysteriously through me as the notes of some sad sweet song lingered along. and like ... CONTINUED
like filament
beneath a velveteen sky hung with shadows and light a jet streaks across the horizon and flies ... CONTINUED
adhan (i)
an ibis takes flight — across desert sands the call to prayer Photo by Saifuddin Ratlamwala ... CONTINUED
haiku i
one hour past sunset — even the crows have found their way home ... CONTINUED
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