Kazim Ali

a window from the afternoon dreams the evening nomad, again the wind’s eye is asking to see you bound as you are by the chords pulled down from the sky afternoon’s restless discussion scatters the years are pulled taut as strings and it is frightening not to know what these days will sound like at […]

There is a web of blue and green in his dream seedlings of sky and grass thrusting up from the ground suddenly again he’s in music years after his promise to his body was broken and the silver cord severed the spirit sent like a ghost ship to trawl the dream terrain, wrinkled and blue […]