Three poems
Pointless to remind it of diseases of those bodies
close to us.
Pointless to remind it of diseases of those bodies
close to us.
peruses community art offerings. She could paint “Barns.”
Branches
bloom with the weight
of yearning.
The globes explode.
The matter wheezes.
“The thread closest to my heart is that of change through time.”
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Saba Keramati’s debut collection of poetry Self-Mythology (University of Arkansas Press, 2024) shatters the mirror and looks at the fragmented self through a myriad of lenses. The poems in this …
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