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Archive for April, 2009

Ojos del ángel

The old man looked at me, his eyes a gloomy pink.
Shadows trailed his jellied lower lip.
Many mistakes I’ve made, boy,
but something to make you think.
The road will take you far and wide, dust in your wake,
sun glazing your future with promise.
In your bright path, an angel you will meet.
Her eyes will tell you the bluest [...]

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At 23, and having just spent two years parlaying in the wash with wizards of the old cloak, the boy had become a jagged, olive man, tall enough to lean under the crackling spray of the windswept Shomali downpours. Clean bearded and wiry, he wandered the streets of old Lahore, eyeless screamers of the lowlands [...]

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