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As Life Ebbs
I see through the eyes of my childhood. I project my memories, black and white and grainy on whitewashed walls that meant something to me once. I walk through these nameless streets, where so many b… more »
The Moroccan Drift Generation Poets
As Life Ebbs
cabalamuse wrote 1 week ago: I see through the eyes of my childhood. I project my memories, black and white and grainy on white … more »
Half A Glass Of Water
cabalamuse wrote 3 months ago: we sat drinking the milk of lions and smoking argila way past midnight the curtains drawn the candle … more »
Woman
cabalamuse wrote 3 months ago: Looking at you I thought to myself there is a mesmerizing magic aura about you. I am captivated … more »
There Has To Be A Child
cabalamuse wrote 3 months ago: I walk along graffiti streaked T-walls in Baghdad thinking… there has to be a reprieve for a heart … more »
The Ambulant Shoe Shiner
cabalamuse wrote 3 months ago: He tumbled in with his disheveled hair like weed. His angular body slouched from the heavy bags unde … more »
The Harbinger of Death
cabalamuse wrote 3 months ago: I stand looking across the dusty street at the cinderblock walls of her humble timeless dwelling swe … more »
Ishtar's Bad Hair Day
cabalamuse wrote 3 months ago: The first sad look today is in my cracked mirror. Today is a good day for a sassy short hair cu … more »
Close Your Eyes
cabalamuse wrote 3 months ago: Take a deep breath. Close your eyes. Imagine you’re at a sandy beach in San Diego or Miami … … more »
The Witness
cabalamuse wrote 3 months ago: amidst the dead, those waiting to die, its height surpassing the crossed swords, the ziggurats, over … more »
So Easy!
cabalamuse wrote 3 months ago: it’s so easy! it’s so easy! fear comes barging in so easy. and death! crisp and guileless. it’ … more »
The Folly of Being Human
cabalamuse wrote 3 months ago: You don’t know how it feels, she deadpans while standing naked by the window looking out into a Ba … more »
