The Art of Storm-riding (Yahia Lababidi Poems)
I could not decipher the living riddle of my body put it to sleep when it hungered, and overfed it ...
Yahia Lababidi Poems (10 Poems)
To Sylvia Plath (Yahia Lababidi Poems)
Sleepwalking she prepared breakfast for her still dreaming children, before breaking fast, to satisfy her appetite no fire needed, she ...
drylands (Yahia Lababidi Poems)
Tell me, have you found a sea deep enough to swim in deep enough to drown in waters to engage ...
Fanciful creators (Yahia Lababidi Poems)
What fanciful creators we are: bestowing shock absorbers on cars sprinkling tenderizer on meats and stitching wrinkle-resistant shirts Such wishful ...
Truth in advertising (Yahia Lababidi Poems)
morning epiphany applicable to love and life in haiku-like purity: only freshly squeezed separation is natural shake well to enjoy! ...
Dawning (Yahia Lababidi Poems)
There are hours when every thing creaks when chairs stretch their arms, tables their legs and closets crack their backs, ...
Words (Yahia Lababidi Poems)
Words are like days: coloring books or pickpockets, signposts or scratching posts, fakirs over hot coals. Certain words must be ...
What do animals dream? (Yahia Lababidi Poems)
Do they dream of past lives and unlived dreams unspeakably human or unimaginably bestial? Do they struggle to catch in ...
Clouds (Yahia Lababidi Poems)
to find the origin, trace back the manifestations. Tao Between being and non-being barely there these sails of water, ice, ...
If (Yahia Lababidi Poems)
If there were more than one of me I'd shave my head and grow my beard I'd be a Doctor ...