Praying with Fringes 09/08/2016 – neither the end nor the beginning

from Claims Lisa Suhair Majaj I am the woman remembering jasmine, bougainvillea against chipped white stone. I am the farmwife whose cracked hands claim this soil. I am the writer whose blacked-out words are birds’ wings, razored and shortn. I am the lost one who flees, and the lost one returning; I am the dream, … Continue reading Praying with Fringes 09/08/2016 – neither the end nor the beginning