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The branches granted him the pride of fulfillment— their height, the freshness of their green, and the dewiness of their renown. So he imagined himself capable of engineering straw. He began weaving his gathered harvest through the dryness of the branches, fastening his home to some branch, filling its corners...

Sand that sails,touched by the salt of sailsthat steer the boats toward their longings.Shorelines scattered, while the land expandsto face the cities. A homeland sailing through every soulthat intends to make it home. Houses and winding, mischievous alleys,hiding their secrets, lowering their walls,to soothe the faint traces of a childhoodthat...

Fawzeya Mohamed Alsendi Poet, Reiki Jin Kei Do MasterFounder & Manager of the Bahrain Reiki center OBJECTIVE:To live my life with compassion and wisdom, to learn with all the being the pure love and light. EDUCATION:Bachelors of Commerce – University of Cairo1977-Reiki Jin Kei Do Master – Japanese -Sydney, Australia2008-EnerSense...

(Excerpts from a long poem) Who are you scared of?In a hurry, you kick the thresholds with feet smaller than their steps. You roll the stairs down towards you to let the smell of sleep approach and . . . steal away a body, bleeding like a sparrow’s wing. For...

Fawzia Al-SindiTranslated by Bahaa-eddin M. MazidAsk any warof victoryand you will be answeredwith mountains of blood,piles of corpses.Snow is the memoryof the dead.Kafka –a precious stoneperfected by the carvingof a chisel….If I were a stone,I would ignorethe burningof every wave that hits me.The affliction of a woundis not its share...

1.Awaken, O boughs of passion,saddle the winds with your exhausted words.Awaken, like roots craving the taste of salt,like an echo wandering on a rainy night.Who is there awaiting the bitter drugof the streets? The dangerous embers of life….Stare and you will see in me a mirage that sleepsand awakens with...

An indifferent Youth-An Unmementos maturity I see myself in your eyes,I see my weary feet pilfering the cold mudMy clothes hoarded in an atmosphere of worryDistracted shadows that track my deception,Complaining tears, thirsty from a cheek unguided by me.I pity the miserable atmosphere without you.The bracelets of gloom broken by...

Who else besides you trusts the deluded clouds,Who else besides you grieves thus without cause,Who else besides you misplaces his shoes outside the door,Who else besides you explains the leaves’ coldness untiringly,Who else besides you urges the globe towards oneself,Who else has nothing,Who else is like you, oh carcass.Thus, you...

Do not whoop in the presence of obsequies ready for weddingThis is a fire defaming the family in the likeliness of ashesThe outsets joltedMay be it is a homicide returning from the hell of funeralsMaybe it is a homicide garbed in the cracks of fearHaving selected the cityMay be it...

RemoteI do not see myself,Ashen occupied by lettersI shatter to reuniteDark language embraces me: a descendent of hell,Observing the ashesProud and listening like a bashful candelabraI beginI transform as I start:Like a storm I love the air that breaks the conviction of dust,I ascend followed by admirersMy destruction is as...