by Michal Mahgerefteh
I live in exile far from the sacred land only the pen minces my accent the thick salty layers of words lessen at times I sample droplets of pomegranate wine Let there be Light! within each scribbled word a logic interior yowls and yawns as it totters on tired limbs amid the opaqueness of darkness a collage of karmic ghosts nameless faceless thirsts for words Let there be Light! no ear gave me blessing but the written word as it unveils and inscribes phases into my Book of Life
Michal Mahgerefteh is an award-winning poet and artist from Virginia. She is the author of four poetry collections, editor of Poetica Magazine and Mizmor Anthology, and the managing editor of Poetica Publishing. Michal is writing her next collection, FishMoon, forthcoming May 2022. This poem is from her collection Field of Harps (2016).