Yahia Lababidi

Dawning – Yahia Lababidi

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 polite fantasy of having to stay in one place and stick to their stations Humans too, at work, or in love know such aches and growing pains when inner... »

drylands – Yahia Lababidi

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 from crossing to the other shore? ~ drylands – Yahia Lababidi Hits: 6 »

Fanciful creators – Yahia Lababidi

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 desire. ~ Fanciful creators – Yahia Lababidi Hits: 3 »

If There Were More Than One Of Me – Yahia Lababidi

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 of myth, impermeable to ridicule I’d raise my voice and sing hymns to the Unknown god Another me would come undone voluptuously submit to possessions, deliriously mate wi... »

The Art of Storm-riding – Yahia Lababidi

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 I nearly choked on the forked tongue of my spirit between the real and the ideal, rejecting the one and rejected by the other I still have not mastered that art of storm-riding ... »

To Sylvia Plath – Yahia Lababidi

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 the kitchen floor and slaked an antique thirst on vapor laying her dream-tormented head to rest she took premature or belated ... »

Truth in advertising – Yahia Lababidi

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 in advertising – Yahia Lababidi Hits: 8 »

What do animals dream? – Yahia Lababidi

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 slippery for the fingers of day? Are there subtle nocturnal intimations to illuminate their undreaming hours? Are they haunted by specters of regret do the... »

Words are like days – Yahia Lababidi

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 suffered before they can be uttered – clean as a kept promise. Words as witnesses testifying their truths squalid or rarefied inevitable, ... »

Clouds – Yahia Lababidi

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 high on freedom of the homeless Restlessly swithering like ghosts, slithering through substance in puffs and wisps Lending an enchant... »