mockingbird—
I hold back
my narrative
Time’s Mirage
white skies
a pebble in my palm
grows cool
fading footprints
through spins of winter fog
time’s spirals
the hands of the clock
become a blur
reflection
of my random beliefs
water mirage
cast stone
ripples through the statue
zero gravity
I disown
my shadows
John Hawkhead, England
Hifsa Ashraf, Pakistan
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The Wandering Moon
floating
a pale hand opens
in the darkness
evening prayer
dust settles in the bowl
twilight birdsong
constellations expand
in the miso
visibility
of my anonymity
flickering light
candle moments
moving about the eaves
midnight dream
the farside
of the moon
John Hawkhead, England
Hifsa Ashraf, Pakistan
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Memory Echoes
another day
moving through the city
wind song
through orange clouds
echoing migratory birds
shifting light
a change in resonance
from tilting stones
back home late
his sweaty palms
on the door handle
creaked floorboard
the grain of a secret
door ajar
I let go
of his memory
John Hawkhead, England
Hifsa Ashraf, Pakistan
sorbet violas—
grandma recalls
her late childhood
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peeping through
the grey clouds
day moon
this urge
of seeing
beyond seeing
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when I move
from unknown
to known
without him
on my way
flickering fireflies
Frameless Sky, issue 15
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reconciliation
we forget
who is who
in the sky
there is a perfect harmony
among stars
Also added in the sneak preview of Frameless Sky
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qzsi2keaJcs&t=392s
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cascading waterfall
from the crevice
of an old rock
I reach the point
of forgiving myself
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a tapestry
of marigold blossoms
in the garden
the invisible hands
of my mother’s love
Frameless Sky, Issue 14