Poems from nicolesadek
dedicated to Ambassador J. Christopher Stevens, Sean Smith, Tyrone Woods, and Glen Anthony Doherty
When were you buried by the fog of...
I saw Saint Mark in her room, my mother told me,
beside Bible verses, embroidered pillows,
a picture of Jesus holding her in his arms, all...
“America”, an unspoken word,
appeared like a shadow,
only existed on the lips of foreigners.
“America” smelled of ashes
as the whisper...
My labyrinth is 33 blue lines, stretched
from one edge of whiteness to the other,
and my words, the coiled string—
the indigo ink of my pen...