When I mention a crush I have on some boy I’ll forget in three weeks’ time or never, call it love, Scuba, my closest friend, rolls his eyes, shoots back Did you pee on him so he’s marked as … Continued

The Prophecy

Holding my death in his mouth I’m reminded of a cat Snapping a canary up All blood and blonde feathers and grey fur Tiny beak and talons no match against that Merciless beast Poor creature  I have arrived here And … Continued

Drafts of Love: five poems

translated from French and Arabic by Susanna Lang and Kay Keikkinen         A woman walks by hands in her pockets once she has passed out of sight I’ll forget your last words I no longer know if … Continued