Tiel Aisha Ansari Poems (3 Poems)
Inheritance/Improvisation (Tiel Aisha Ansari Poem)
Inheritance. I wasn’t raised to call myself Black, Indian, Chinese– “You’re human,” said my parents. That was all. By the west window sits a Chinese camphor chest folded full of blankets and grandmother’s dresses. Tiny Chinese bones she had. They’ll … Continue reading
A Day At Union Station (Tiel Aisha Ansari Poem)
Departure At last, I’m leaving the familiar roof! I’m undeterred by rain and wind. This presentation should be quite a feather in my cap. Eager, I clutch my ticket. I’m going places. Not letting any grass grow, not under these … Continue reading
Informational Decay (Tiel Aisha Ansari Poem)
I heard an echo in a hollow place. No sound of blowing wind or drifting sand, some ancient voice was this, a captive trace of gone-by speech, of argument, demand, of plea or question, comfort or command. Long years this … Continue reading
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