I'm tired
of hearing...

The child, damaged,
cries blood-red tears...

My pillow wet,
memories worn...

Rain drips down
from skies above...

Why can' t
they see...

Does writing things
d...

One o'clock in the morning
and she e-mails me...

You cannot
fathom how...

(To my habibti, Muqaddas--you are always there for...
A delicate curve...

Chaos swirling
around me...

(DISCLAIMER: this is not actually a poem, but the...
My friends think I am crazy, but I never hesitate...

I want to fill my fingers
running through his hair...