A ten-rupee tarnished sun rains heat on Hauz Rani: the Afghan baker sweats over his hot stove; so far from home, this man– I think of Umar Khalid. Your shirt is robin blue– we buy a piece of bread.Comments closed
Poems about the dark times.
A ten-rupee tarnished sun rains heat on Hauz Rani: the Afghan baker sweats over his hot stove; so far from home, this man– I think of Umar Khalid. Your shirt is robin blue– we buy a piece of bread.Comments closed
In the midst of this summer of fires and floods, UN scientists announce the world will continue to warm for 30 years no matter what we do, and absent immediate, drastic action, this trend will intensify around the time our neighbors’ young children have children of their own. Three days after the report is released (and 19 years and 10 months after the US invades Afghanistan), Kandahar falls, and soon after that, Kabul, and then we all remember: some changes nest for decades before they hatch and fly; like the water deep beneath us— when will our taps run dry?Comments closed