In this Hollywood-like thriller, the author delivers a classic using vivid descriptions and exciting narration to grab the readers’ attention while landing them gently with his simple diction.
Through the Eye of a Needle opens the sore of the world. In this collection one is face to face with the effect of the pandemic in a different part of the world; even in the lives of people in different places.
There are times hope turns into rain drops
in the quiet corner of our tongues
Pacifying the thirsty desert
May the roads be clear for the air of rebirth
& the streets be free of draping agonies
It is a marvel, the Grace of gray
It is a cup, like the Holy Grail
Everyone longs… for a taste, they pray
When body rises to greet half-dead,
It’s house of will and intellect.
I break, heart of egg
into yolk of gratitude
—grain of time,
Call me miracle. I cough blood into the fist of wind
& it is rain. Yes, call me saint; I have arrived before
purgatory time & time again & its doorknob has
I find strength to be whole—whole again.
Let me pull away from all I know. Leaving, losing my realities.
the earth/grew/ into solidarity
after grief gawped requiems into the soil /myringas/
sacred buffs— no longer hid in silence