Fatima Al Matar فاطمة المطر

Talking to God She doesn’t talk to God anymore, when she asked him for a kind loving man he gave her a cruel one, When she asked him for ...

After e. e. cummings    i have found what you are like the rain               (Who feathers frightened fields with the superior dust of s...

Gentle hurricane The thought of you is a gentle hurricane of sinopia coloured tea conquering the pure boiling water of my mind, your s...

Five for Jori five years old she cannot stand being still after bouncing relentlessly on her trampoline, tirelessly following a lady bird ...

I watch them on trains using each others' bodies for comfort; She, lays her head on his shoulder and sleeps He, finds in the curve o...

I wish you on this dull grey morning as I winter my coffee with sugar and cream. I wish you on this cold lonely evening as I stir the thi...

When his face rises in your sleepless nights like the self indulgent moon glorious and full, turn away from it. The peak of longing can b...