Poem: Second-generation Immigrant
I was born here; I went to school here; I have the maroon coloured passport that says Nationality: German. German is my mother tongue, but it is not my mother’s…
Poem: Burning the Books
No pictures or conversation. Not a second of wonder down the bookshelves. They hauled the library to elsewhere. No volumes ushering in the joyous. Not a breakthrough of character standing…
Poem: LET THIS BE MY LAST
Picture us palm-first – we are only the poems we last penned. Dropping sands of sound that fixed to these pages before. Pararhyme with arrhythmia in timing, to write is…
Poem: From Calton Hill
In the nexus city Air-filled, it mimics you The grey sky only moves when you do Each take slow steps Crossing damp cobble stonework Green-brown hill ground dimpling the looser…
Poem: gently (apostrophe to forever)
it rained todaya light mistand each raindrop settled in my hairmaking me wonder if they glitteredlike diamonds lately i have been thinking aboutlilacs (spring)hyacinths (rebirth)lightning (may)lately i have been thinking…
An Ode to Appleton Tower
“It is all too easy to be bewitched by the marvellous architecture of Edinburgh. Here is my tribute to one of its finest triumphs of engineering.” Oh Edinburgh, you citadel…
‘Let Us Not Believe in the Beginning of the Cold Season’ by Forugh Farrokhzad
On the 15th of February 1967, an obituary notice for the Iranian poet Forugh Farrokhzad ran in Tehran’s newspapers. She had died the day before, flung out of the window…
Poem of the Week: butterfly net
All of the colours and all of the quirks of winter sugared fruit and fireworks. Bury the sun beneath the earth of a garden grown to cover me in weeds…