I support any Muslims, whether here or abroad.
Black frost. The ground is hard, the air tastes bitter. Your stars cluster in evil signs.
I drank the silence of God from a spring in the woods.
Shuddering under the autumn stars, each year, the head sinks lower and lower.
Silently, God opens his golden eyes over the place of skulls.
The near stillness recalls what is forgotten, extinct angels.
I do not have easy days at home now and I drift between fear and helplessness in sunny rooms where it is unspeakably cold. Strange shudders of transformation, bodily experienced to the point of vulnerability, visions of mysteries until the certainty of having died, ecstasies to the point of stony petrifaction, and a continuation of dreaming sad dreams.
My mother drove back to the intersection. "Who are you dating?" "Don't ask," I said. I wasn't dating anyone. I was fornicating with Batman.
The only cure for vanity is laughter. And the only fault that's laughable is vanity.
Different cultural and geological references inspire the collection as seen in ancient tribes and tradition.
Choose a self and stand by it.