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Articles by Ashia Ajani

The widow

She waits up til 5 am to start brewing tea Watches the pale flowers float in the yellow-green Licks the salted ends of her fingers to heal wounds I...

Counter-intuitive

He sits you on the kitchen sink Counts the opals in your mouth with his tongue Kissing your calves and sucking your kneecaps Makes love poems with his trachea...

Soft p(s)alms

I am the blunt The soft plague I am The tiny scar Under your right eye The little pimples on your buttocks   I am the girl carrying Five...