You rightly say I’ve stayed so long in exile in this well, the sun, never returning! I still have a yearning within me for light. I love… Read more “Ilhan’s response to John Macker”
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Ilhan’s response to Blas Falconer (1)
I have a need for levity for balloons that quiver and expand, that take from me the heavy burden of life; of time. Like the line of… Read more “Ilhan’s response to Blas Falconer (1)”
Ilhan’s response to Jeffrey Cyphers Wright
Before looking to that clean corner of shade and budding lilac I washed my face and hands with copious water. Now, so refreshed. Resolute as a drop… Read more “Ilhan’s response to Jeffrey Cyphers Wright”
Ilhan’s response to Lee Herrick
We had a celebrated pasture, that stroked my child’s head with tenderness. We called it ‘Tapë Kozikan’ in Kurdish: Peak of Trenches. It took its name with… Read more “Ilhan’s response to Lee Herrick”
Miracles Delivered on the Wind
How much of flight is wind, how much the bird? How much the stubborn call of freedom? Branches follow the logic of light and the natural miracle… Read more “Miracles Delivered on the Wind”
Incidence of Joy
I entered your words like a story book and got lost in the forest of meaning. I found the clearing steeped in sunshine and there I saw… Read more “Incidence of Joy”
We are beholden to Water
Waves on the beach attain their smoothest state. I feel the pulse of their splashing as it rushes to silence. The wave that hits the beach smooths… Read more “We are beholden to Water”
Rain dream
Spring comes like a rain dream. I awaited its coming, all at once I was soaked. Everything was water, suddenly, everything green and the beginning had long… Read more “Rain dream”
The mind’s fresh rose
Not our hands but our minds reach out to you. Our thoughts seek you like migrating birds. A search party set out. They drank your words like… Read more “The mind’s fresh rose”
Towards the day
I remain like a glass sphere in all this chaos. Not the slightest movement. I sewed a robe from the sky dark as diamond, bright as coal… Read more “Towards the day”
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