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 …

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 …

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 …

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 …

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 – …