Category: Poems

After the Joy by Azam Abidov (Dedicated to brilliant April writers-in-resident in Uzbekistan) Alone again, after twenty days of wonder— twenty days of stories shared, laughter spilled, and silences held gently in the arms of Uzbekistan. I vacuum the rooms,[…]

Prayer to dictator It’s not like joining the Book Lab Their union is unique: The Dictators’ Club You can’t join this trick: Their circle is thick Their families are big The only thing you can join is when The ignorant[…]

Andrew Staniland: A ghazal for A’zam Obidov prompted by a poem by Mark Macleod that I saw here yesterday…

No Matter No matter how politics shift, This soil is mine— where my bones will rest. If registered, this opposition party will plunder lighter than the ones pulling strings. Even at great cost, I won’t hold back: This president should[…]