Poem of the Day
My Library
By Mosab Abu Toha
My books remain on the shelves as I left them last year
but all the words have died.
My books remain on the shelves as I left them last year
but all the words have died.
How lucky I am tonight to be holding a lantern
at this railroad crossing in the middle of America
and not clinging to a leaky raft on the north Atlantic,
In 1027, not far from Bernburg,
eighteen peasants were seized
by a common delusion.
my boys & I refused to believe it was Michael who didn’t make it through the night even though the cameras strewn across the sky showed the mansion lawn specked with red sirens & from my own covers I imagined him to be simply asleep the way I slept
When the man can’t sleep, he builds
a matchstick replica of Auschwitz
in his basement, working from memory.
most people have absolutely the wrong idea of how to go about cutting a throat, the right way to do it on animals anatomically similar to humans such as dogs, sheep, veal calves and very young pigs—emphatically not on full-grown pigs
I
they have no gathering places
for taking of council nor
agreements
First, they get up, and they take these ups and downs in stride.
He said: “Straight from the horse’s mouth.”
He said that was straight from the horse’s mouth.
he saw my mother in the scar-city—
brown hair and yellow dusted-down dress
with lips too cracked to hold down a language