The Fury Of The Earth-Sprung
“Oh eye, oh night…” The Sha’ir speaks, hakawati-heartbeat pulsing.
“Oh eye, oh night…” The Sha’ir speaks, hakawati-heartbeat pulsing.
He had felt the convulsions of his parent’s movements through their days of flight ‘n persecution, wandering Dawlat Filastin to find a birthplace home.
I have, these recent years, fallen, somehow, in to writing about Bristol over and over again.