Rituals of Language by Nur Turkmani
“If only I leave it alone. / If only you ask where it hurts.” — Nur Turkmani
Glass for Breakfast by Nur Turkmani
“I wake up to check the numbers. / How dare the little wind put me to sleep.” — Nur Turkmani
To Revolt Is To Insist On Joy by Nur Turkmani
“The poems weren’t lying. It’s true. / It’s true it’s true it’s true” — Nur Turkmani