Poem

Merry Christmas, America When you’re not with the love of your life in America Love the woman who once was your wife in America Then America was a terror for tyrants and a triumph for liberty Now babies are caged in Texas by President forty-five of Amerika He’s undignified, is unqualified, talks nonsense, zealous Gunrunners…

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Blowing Her Lungs Out into a Clay Oven Mother leans against the island in the nanosecond kitchen at Farouk’s home in New Rochelle, marveling at a Miracle Icemaker as half-moons tumble into a glass bowl. She spins a Lazy Susan with glee, clicks the fire fountains on & off. “Atomic food makes stomachs ache,” she…

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Doctor Qureshi Dares My Mother “Maryam Jaan,” he says, “You must be proud of your son Farouk, his wealth —praise Allah— how he has made himself great in America.” The doctor’s white hair is unruly like mine, his bi-focals tipsy, his elbows rest on the mahogany table hand-crafted in Mexico for Ethan Allen, classic Yankee…