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True To judge if a line is true, banish the error of parallax. Bring your eye as close as you can to the line itself and follow it. A master tiler taught me this. People wish to walk where he... Continue reading
Posted 2 days ago at 3quarksdaily
The Art of Leaving The warmth is leaving your shirt, hanging over the back of the chair. Slowly it is giving back everything it had of yours. by Gabeba Baderoon from: The Best of MA Writing, 2202-2003 publisher: Sheffield Continue reading
Posted 3 days ago at 3quarksdaily
Beginning . There was nothing to name, time held its tongue. A dancing foaming above dull thuds. The dark hollow that neither lacked nor longed became home to a boundless being that grew, blind, to the beat of my heart.... Continue reading
Posted 4 days ago at 3quarksdaily
The Calculus There's a culture which counts like this: "one, two, many." It is sufficient. They don't use numbers to measure. There are so many women your wife gets pushed out of bed. Everyone knows without a name for it... Continue reading
Posted 5 days ago at 3quarksdaily
Fears in Heaven . My father asks me to call him by his first name which is Ali because we are, after all now the same youthful age It feels extremely odd when this devout Muslim politely asks me to... Continue reading
Posted 6 days ago at 3quarksdaily
Loss Something in me repeats in an obsessive beat that I may have lost something or left it behind in the café or the bookstore where I’d been I searched my possessions and no loss was found nor did I... Continue reading
Posted 7 days ago at 3quarksdaily
Djinn Haunted, they say, believing the soft, shifty dunes are made up of false promises. Many believe whatever happens is the other half of a conversation. Many whisper white lies to the dead. "The boys are doing reallt well." Some... Continue reading
Posted Sep 7, 2014 at 3quarksdaily
Daydream #598 The mountain pass is notorious. On the left the tangles of the pine trees and on the right the planets and stars. Sometimes I was overtaken, sometimes I had to brake black-brown clouds charged along ahead of me... Continue reading
Posted Sep 4, 2014 at 3quarksdaily
Learning of the Death of Al Purdy Together we spent ten hectic days in London and Cardiff. It was my first trip abroad but his umpteenth trip across the Atlantic. Yet the notion of visiting London's galleries and museums Had... Continue reading
Posted Sep 3, 2014 at 3quarksdaily
As I Grew Older It was a long time ago. I have almost forgotten my dream. But it was there then, In front of me, Bright like a sun— My dream. And then the wall rose, Rose slowly, Slowly, Between... Continue reading
Posted Sep 2, 2014 at 3quarksdaily
Louis Riel's Address to the Jury Gentlemen of the Jury: I cannot speak English well, but am trying because most here speak English When I came to the North West I found the Indians suffering I found the half-breeds eating... Continue reading
Posted Aug 31, 2014 at 3quarksdaily
The Clothes Shrine In the early days to find Light white muslin blouses On a see-through nylon lone Drip-drying in the bathroom Or a nylon slip in the shine of its own electricity- As if St, Brigid once more Had... Continue reading
Posted Aug 29, 2014 at 3quarksdaily
The Doctor -Exceprt from A Boxing Story No more boxers for me. Bar room brawlers, that's another story. They don't train to destroy people. No one pays to watch a couple of drunks demolish furniture. Four and a half hours... Continue reading
Posted Aug 27, 2014 at 3quarksdaily
Burcu, Yonka and Defne I walk down the Dordtselaan almost every day to buy bread and cigarettes at Albert Heijn’s, and malodorous French cheese, dark Belgian beers and cold pork products. Once, Burcu was the girl at the checkout, before... Continue reading
Posted Aug 26, 2014 at 3quarksdaily
October, Month Without Gods The Japanese think this is the month-without-gods. They celebrate it this way. They don’t alliterate October with gold falling from the fragile trees, or with revolutions that changed history. October, like a truce. Like an absence... Continue reading
Posted Aug 24, 2014 at 3quarksdaily
Begane Grond Our lift talks to me, as I go up or down, in a gentle, protective tone. “We are here,” she says “you may go”. She tells me the floor we have reached, always lets me know where I... Continue reading
Posted Aug 22, 2014 at 3quarksdaily
Fern Hill Now as I was young and easy under the apple boughs About the lilting house and happy as the grass was green, The night above the dingle starry, Time let me hail and climb Golden in the heydays... Continue reading
Posted Aug 20, 2014 at 3quarksdaily
What The Old Woman Said I will tell you this. There was a garden by the pump. Fallow land given me. My father built flowerbeds. Offshoots of paths. Geometric patterns. Cuttings. Bulbs from my mother. The texture of earth. Stone.... Continue reading
Posted Aug 16, 2014 at 3quarksdaily
Fashion Craze We die more and more beautifully in Gianni Versace’s collection. Elegance is aesthetics’ nestling. We bustle about the churches of fashion believing that the orange will suit us. You kiss me in a changing room Look, it’s just... Continue reading
Posted Aug 15, 2014 at 3quarksdaily
Iris Wants to Learn to Float Her hair knows already, freed to its red vegetable self. Gravity dampened, I hold her as I could her first year— in two palms. Tell me how. She’s willing to lean back, stare through... Continue reading
Posted Aug 10, 2014 at 3quarksdaily
The Fall of Rome The piers are pummelled by the waves; In a lonely field the rain Lashes an abandoned train; Outlaws fill the mountain caves. Fantastic grow the evening gowns; Agents of the Fisc pursue Absconding tax-defaulters through The... Continue reading
Posted Aug 9, 2014 at 3quarksdaily
A Clarification Judas did not mean to “betray” me—he never even knew such big words. He was simply “a man of the market,” and all he did—when the buyers came—was sell me. Was the price too low? Not at all.... Continue reading
Posted Aug 8, 2014 at 3quarksdaily
The Chinese micro-carver Chen Zhongen can inscribe poems on a single strand of hair The Stylist I asked for a headful of sonnets (Petrarchan) from scalp to split end. Short-haired one, said he, the most I can do for you... Continue reading
Posted Aug 6, 2014 at 3quarksdaily
185 "Faith" is a fine invention When Gentlemen can see— But Microscopes are prudent In an Emergency. by Emily Dickinson Continue reading
Posted Aug 5, 2014 at 3quarksdaily
"Before the beginning is the end of another beginning." —R.Bob History of the Future Again a new era has been promised. It’s already here, curled like a fetus. About to be born. They say it’s a new world. But here... Continue reading
Posted Aug 3, 2014 at 3quarksdaily