Well, in Order
BY AHMAD ALMALLAH
*
Well, in order to reduce you,
I’d have to know your name
or I could proceed in my
reduction,
by simply making up
one
but it wouldn’t be
the same.
*
What’s happening is
not now.
What’s happening is
absent
from the
memory
of familiar things—
*
When music moans inside,
no silence can be found
You could go on disturbing,
you could go on denying
but the sound will make the
echo
and the echo
will resound.
*
The brain is just a well.
When it fills to the brim
it drowns.
Wood
BY AHMAD ALMALLAH
It’s true, the architecture
of discovery is a strange one,
a curious art, maybe the basis
of all disaster: what were we
expecting to find out in these
strange stretches of land,
a few boys mining the earth
with whatever sharpness
they could find, scavenging
the construction site for clarity
and wood, to build what,
to drag what out of where?
Am I warming up to some
defining memory
or am I
simply
collapsing
whatever comes to mind?