Dawning – Yahia Lababidi

There are hours when every thing creaks when chairs stretch their arms, tables their legs and closets crack their backs, incautiously Fed up with the…

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drylands – Yahia Lababidi

Tell me, have you found a sea deep enough to swim in deep enough to drown in waters to engage you distract you, keep you…

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Fanciful creators – Yahia Lababidi

What fanciful creators we are: bestowing shock absorbers on cars sprinkling tenderizer on meats and stitching wrinkle-resistant shirts Such wishful thinking, this gifting what we…

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If There Were More Than One Of Me – Yahia Lababidi

If there were more than one of me I’d shave my head and grow my beard I’d be a Doctor of Theology In great coat…

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The Art of Storm-riding – Yahia Lababidi

I could not decipher the living riddle of my body put it to sleep when it hungered, and overfed it when time came to dream…

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To Sylvia Plath – Yahia Lababidi

Sleepwalking she prepared breakfast for her still dreaming children, before breaking fast, to satisfy her appetite no fire needed, she all-consuming flame bravely cowered on…

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Truth in advertising – Yahia Lababidi

morning epiphany applicable to love and life in haiku-like purity: only freshly squeezed separation is natural shake well to enjoy! In fructose veritas. ~ Truth…

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What do animals dream? – Yahia Lababidi

Do they dream of past lives and unlived dreams unspeakably human or unimaginably bestial? Do they struggle to catch in their slumber what is too…

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Words are like days – Yahia Lababidi

Words are like days: coloring books or pickpockets, signposts or scratching posts, fakirs over hot coals. Certain words must be earned just as emotions are…

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Clouds – Yahia Lababidi

to find the origin, trace back the manifestations. Tao Between being and non-being barely there these sails of water, ice, air – Indifferent drifters, wandering…

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