finding my voice
using it well to mine
a wave of poems
loden in the bedrock
below the basement
of my soul
the voice
getting hoarse
i feel it waning
the vein is baning out
the well, just sludge
the river, wadifying
the metaphors
coming up lame
bereft and wandering
in a world gone mad
lonely in a loving fold
joy coming only
from the stars
in the desert
night sky of
my mind's eye
one two three, four five
expressing, something
curcina, for you
meg yergu yer-ek çors
the way my, heart works
oddly beats, when you
just enter, a room
dum tek tek, dum tek
bir iki, üç dört
wanting to, jump up
and surç bar, with you
wanting to, watch your
naz nousing, sweet dance
hoppa pa, hopa
march 17, 2026
for this one, you might need
hagop martayan dilâçer's alphabet
kaleidoscopic
continuous blossoming
fold upon fold
upon unfoldings
cacophonous harmonies
of a mobius rainbow
understandably
just out of reach
head bobbing from
gyumri to our souls
is anyone going
anywhere near her
where she lives now
in scarborough, yeah,
with the parsley
the fair and all
should i send
my greetings
some herbs
have you kiss
the eyes of the
one who lives
there
we were something
once upon a time
(mighta said thyme)
then it just ended
maybe she said
something i said
makes no nevermind
since it's always
gotta be on me
once we were
really something
then it grounded and
thudded to a dull end
we didn't think twice
and it's alright...'
forget about this notion
taking my greetings
with you, to give her
i'll just text her this
march 7, 2026
you know what to listen to
when you read this...
just two of us
lobbied in a
community kinda
college i never
been to or taught at
me grading exams
him learning to play
the accordion
i sure hope i didn't
distract him too much
salimli alieha
send her my greetings
my wishes for a beautiful life
convey to her my message
my message of love
send her my greetings
and kiss her hands
give her my message of love
that could never be
which she understands
far better than me...
send her my greetings
our nightimes of kisses
endless and fragrant
in the bath of moonlight
send her my greetings
and these memories
we never made...
sing her my greetings
sing her my greetings
in a longing uşşak
or the mysterious
wisdom of hüzzam
send her my greetings
with this melody in sabah
sing to her my greetings
soulfully from the heart
so she knows...
i miss her greetings
i miss her greetings
has she forgotten me?
no messages from afar
has she forgotten me?
without her greetings
without her love, i am
but a galley slave
aboard a ghost ship
on this sea of emptiness
i miss her greetings
by your river or mine?
under your orange tree
or my chestnut or apple?
you leaned against the tree
looking over the river
me lying down looking up
contemplating the bluest sky
through the leaves and branches
flickering sunlight and shadows
upon our very selves lost in
the slow dance of a shared dream
you begin to sing
old love songs, deeply rooted,
in our cultures that are both
so different and the same
you sing so semai-sweetly
bayati sweetly bitter
ayp tsa to my ears
acapellic songs of
of intense yearning
unbearable love
as the river
flowed
on...
