Fatima Al Matar فاطمة المطر
Silence is not empty, it's full of answers.
28 Mar 2016
Rotten Onion
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So many years have passed, my love for you continues to reach the way a rotten onion continues to sprout desperate, aimless and blind...
27 Mar 2016
Years ago..
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Years ago I was at a florist buying roses for a loved one, I hand picked 20 of the largest, fullest, most striking red roses and asked th...
25 Mar 2016
what is a poem?
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an urgent emotion a fleeting flash of an image a beautiful surprising moment no beginning, no end no moral, no cause or effect an ethe...
24 Mar 2016
For many days
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for many days the sky has been pregnant with sadness a sickly tainted cloudless grey hung like a suspended punishment the wait for the i...
23 Mar 2016
God? Are you Watching?
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In the dream a stranger asks me if I could 'please' come to the funeral, 'there aren't enough people' he explained. ...
22 Mar 2016
I hide in plain sight
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interest attraction likeness fondness lust desire possesivness need see how I carefully try not to say it see how I prance around...
At the Train Station
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Cold dreary morning, black cabs in haste load and unload people with cases full of stories, full of pale smokey dreams, sad pasts and ca...
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