Thoughts
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Beauty Is Fleeting
I had a lovely beauty mark on the knuckle of my right hand. My whole life I secretly admired it, along with a soft brown spot along the base of my palm. I imagined that if a palm reader were reading my palm they would point these two spots out as my sun and moon,… Continue reading
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Sheba
Sheba is my sister. She’s older, but we’ve never noticed. We always stayed up late together and laughed until we cried before she moved out. When she left, I saved up all my funny stories and told them to myself until she’d come home one weekend, full of her own funny stories. She is warm… Continue reading
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Walking In April
Crocus and snowdrops are the suckling pigs this spring, coming up fat and hot in the April sun. I watch as a squirrel carries in his mouth the lifeless body of a bird, deflated like a month-old balloon. He didn’t make the kill, that’s obvious—it’s just some poor old sparrow that died his own way… Continue reading
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Growing Old
Gardenia Are the whitest white you’ve ever seen, Except for the hairs escaping my brain To surface slowly on my head Like the last ever flowers Of a dying earth. Continue reading
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Never Come Empty-Handed, and Other Life Lessons
I don’t know where I truly learned it from, although I originally attributed the gracious wisdom to my Persian father and my categorically Mediterranean mother…but having now known them in later life, I don’t think this was their strong suit. Perhaps they picked up flowers once or twice, to impress, but my dad showed up… Continue reading
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Adventures In Baby Wearing
Today was the first day Naima and I ventured into the world on our own. Of course, ten years ago I was running around the world with a baby and a toddler. But today felt different. The world has changed, and so have I. I’m not old and feeble, but I am older. I wore… Continue reading
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The Ninth Month: A Prayer To My Unborn Baby
In my ninth month of growing you, Naima, I begin the return to myself. Your mother has been walking through dust so that men mistake her for a fallen city. You don’t yet know what a mother is. I am the first god you will have, but only accidentally, and then you’ll have more and… Continue reading
About Me
A poet living in Ontario. Mostly works of memoir and poetry that focus on motherhood, womanhood, and relationship to self.