Night is not simply an empty solitude, left in the wake of the day’s relentless efforts. Night is not just fatigue, or the sinking into the pillow of “another day has passed.” Night is a deep pit, as vast as the space left by someone who should be here, but is not. And now youContinue reading “Night is not merely the absence of light, nor the disappearance of the sun.”
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Truly look at me
They who have departed have carried fragments of me to distant horizons. They who lie beneath the earth have entombed shards of my being with their silence… Gaze upon me — no, truly gaze! Deeper still! Is there aught left of me, that you, with your leaving, would yet seek to claim? — Nasim LotfiContinue reading “Truly look at me”
Nasim Lotfi – Poet & Writer 