Certificate 15

Sand. Lore had already emptied their boots twice and lamented their future after seeing how far they had yet to travel. The skies above them slowly...

Grumbling. The council could sense a lecture so dismissed themselves leaving Lore and Char alone with The First. They met in what had been the middle...

(this is my translation from the Arabic of AMM’s poem published 2018, and which forms part of a bigger narrative work looking at the transference of guilt and sin, and our relationship to death.)

2 reads stuff of life by Marcia Marcia from earth’s mantle churning molten stellar dust in mineral fissure folds move fire hot liquid upward thrust...