FLYPAPER LIT
  • Home
  • ABOUT
    • HISTORY
  • CONTENT
    • POETRY
    • PROSE
    • ARCHIVES
    • MUSIC
    • COLUMNS >
      • TIMEFIGHTERS & UNBELIEVERS
      • unearthly horoscopes from your dreamy, vaguely occult ghost
      • Heartworms
      • Just Sucking
    • INTERVIEWS
    • REVIEWS
  • CONTACT

"Pilgrimage" by Tasneem Maher

7/23/2021

0 Comments

 
Picture
Tasneem Maher is an Arab writer and poet who encourages theatrics and melodrama of any kind. A Best of the Net nominee, her work has been featured in Vagabond City Lit, Kissing Dynamite, and Jaffat El Aqlam, amongst others. She is also Fiction and Personal Essays Editor at Sumou Mag. She tweets @mythosgal.

Pilgrimage

​

I rub a dove’s smooth head and watch it fly out,
imagining that it is simply taking the long way to get to you.
We had our send-off on opposite sides of the desert. Now,
there are at least two bodies of water between us. I toss my voice
like a stone across the sea’s shuddering skin and it sinks halfway in.
My qiyam is a four-hour phone call while you cried through it.
I tell you I know what being alone feels like, that one time,
I opened all the windows in the middle of a storm just to smell it
and spent all morning mopping up pools of rainwater.
If storms make us feel less alone, it is only because they crawl
across skies carving out distance like the aloneness carved into us,
cured by the ache of distance alone. We would live by rivers
we know nothing about and had only seen glow apatite blue
in idyllic postcards we picked out in bookstores. We’d chosen this, after all.
On your first day, you show me your new river, pixelated and dim
through your camera. The windmills you’d passed on your way
into the city, farther out, are much prettier. You think happiness
looks a lot like the windmills catching the sunset, breaking the light
to shards, a thousand glittering suns. I want to see that happiness
without a screen. I want that happiness to be closer to you. For now,
you buy the cheapest bottle of wine for the novelty, disparage
all the food, and tell me very quietly that you miss Amman.
I miss it too, on humid days most of all, though maybe it’s the mountains
we miss, how much nearer to the sky we were. When you complain
about digging up coats in mid-September, I say you’ve been spoilt
by a sunburn summer but to you, it’s divine retribution for ignoring the duaa
before the plane took off or that it took off at all. It rains on your
first night and when we have nothing to say, we listen to the water.
0 Comments



Leave a Reply.

    Jess Smith-
    Student Evaluations
    ​Jenny Irish- Rusalka
    ​Terri Linn David-
    For the Woman Who Gave Birth to Rabbits
    Darius Simpson- 2 Poems
    Julia Kolchinsky Dasbach-
    When my son says...

    Kaleigh O'Keefe- Autobiography of Joan of Arc
    Timi Sanni- In This World of Mysteries...
    Anna Attie- We Lose Her Over Facetime
    Ruth Baumann- 2 Poems
    Rob Colgate- Remember These Tulips
    Tasneem Maher- Pilgrimage
    ​Aerik Francis- Bebop
    ​Emily Blair- The best ham...
    Adrienne Novy- 2 Poems
    ​Daniel Garcia- 2 Poems
    Brendan Joyce- moving day
    ​Sanna Wani- 2 Poems
    Raphael Jenkins- 2 Poems
    Daniel Summerhill-
    2 Poems
    Ava Gripp- Your Grandfather Had Secrets
    ​stevie redwood- abolish the dead
    Ariel Clark-Semyck-
    2 Poems
    benedict nguyen- 2 Poems
    Gabrielle Grace Hogan-
    Girls Night at the Saturnine Aquarium

    Devin Kelly- 2 Poems
    Danielle P. Williams-
    Yutu 2018

    Alan Chazaro- In a Vernacular of Speculation
    Deema K. Shehabi-
    ​A Summer's Tale with Fire Birds
    Kayleb Rae Candrilli-
    2 Poems
    ​Julianne Neely- 2 Poems
    Jake Bailey- 2 Poems
    ​Fargo Tbakhi- 2 Poems
    Justin Phillip Reed-
    2 Poems

    Naomi Shihab Nye-
    2 Poems
    Keith Leonard- Jukebox
    ​CAConrad- 3 Poems
    ​Roya Marsh- for (insert name)
    ​Stephanie Kaylor- LONG DISTANCE
    Tongo Eisen Martin-
    A Sketch about Genocide

    ​Despy Boutris- BLOODTEETH
    JinJin Xu- Days of Hourless Mothers
    ​Ashley M. Jones- Flour, Milk & Salt
    Sam Herschel Wein- How To Cook Your Family
    ​Marianne Chan- 2 poems
    Jason Crawford- PReP
    Jee Leong Koh- 2 poems
    Geramee Hensley- Redundancy Limit
    Dustin Pearson- My Brother Outside the House in Hell
    DT McCrea- On occasion of my own death
    Noor Hindi- Unkept
    Lyd Havens- I only misgender myself when Fleetwood Mac comes on
    ​Linda Dove- Mid-Life with Teeth
    Stephen Furlong- I Don't Know About You, but Mostly I Just Want to be Held
    Dorothy Chan- Because You Fall Too Fast Too Hard
    ​Kevin Latimer- MIRAGE
    MJ- Let me be remembered as a mother
    Taylor Byas- Rooftop Monologue
    Matt Mitchell- FINE LINE TRIPTYCH
    ​Todd Dillard- Will
    ​Heidi Seaborn- Under The Bed
    Heather Myers- A Rainbow, Just For A Minute
    Donna Vorreyer- In The Encyclopedia of Human Gestures
    Conor Bracken- THE WORST THING YOU CAN DO TO A MAN
    Ben Purkert- 2 Poems
    Emma Bolden- What Women's Work Is
    ​Chelsea Dingman- Lockdown Drill
    Raych Jackson- Pantoum for Derrion Albert from the Plank
    Elliot Ping- in the eighth grade
    Devin Kelly- POEM FOR MY FRIEND MATT WHO AT THIS MOMENT IS RUNNING 300 MILES ACROSS TENNESSEE​
    Kwame Opoku-Duku-
    ii. dance moves
    D.A. Powell- Sneak
Powered by Create your own unique website with customizable templates.
  • Home
  • ABOUT
    • HISTORY
  • CONTENT
    • POETRY
    • PROSE
    • ARCHIVES
    • MUSIC
    • COLUMNS >
      • TIMEFIGHTERS & UNBELIEVERS
      • unearthly horoscopes from your dreamy, vaguely occult ghost
      • Heartworms
      • Just Sucking
    • INTERVIEWS
    • REVIEWS
  • CONTACT