The Default State of a Writer

The default state of a writer isn’t a cigarette-smoking, alcohol-swigging, typewriter-banging character. It isn’t sitting by the window, admiring the flowers in fall, overlooking the blues and greens while waiting for a ray of inspiration to descend. It isn’t an inexorable flow of the pen. It isn’t picturing Bukowski and his cats, Murakami and his … Continue reading The Default State of a Writer

Better Broken

i like me better when i’m broken. i’d run to my prayer mat and pour my turbulent heart right open. beg for a miracle. beg you to listen. fix this for me. carry this for me. bring me out of this darkness and light up my path for me. tears fall easier. hands more steady … Continue reading Better Broken

Resistance

in a crowded mall, cleaving through, pulsating beats stream into unwilling ears, the heart forcefully unspools a string of dzikr; blanketing protective layers around the heart, a rebellious resistance to the rhythm of this dunya that will soon fall apart. and leave you dancing on your own.