Category: From Hafiz

• From Hafiz

  Everyday they fall. The leaves tumble down through branches, tossed by rolling breeze, find their way to mother earth, shaken out like threadbare rugs, freed from dust, from the lively flesh that filled out their netting. They wonder, am I more true or less nestled again in this damp home, changed so from my high…

  Jenifer

  October 22, 2016

  Dying, From Hafiz, Grief, Meditation, Muse, Nature, Seasons

  poetry

• The meadow prefers no trespassers

  or, To Donald Trump and all the other letches throughout my long life, starting at age 11 and continuing far longer than anyone would expect It is not for nothing that I seek payment for you to come near my soft body. It is a design to hold you off, just so, make you think…

  Jenifer

  October 22, 2016

  Childhood, From Hafiz, Grief, Memory, Nature, Political struggle, Public, Seasons, Violence

  poetry