issue 1
Koukash Review
2022
& love still means whatever it means once it's over
Issam A Zeibak
when the sheen of the broken glass on the ground
is a miracle in the morning light
the city gnashes sparrows’ songs
the music still sweet between its teeth
my heartbeat, a 5AM car alarm
wailing & alive in the alleys & streets
& family somewhere
forgetting my face yet keeping my name
& I remember
the motes of dust still dance without the sun
suspended
like sleeping criminals
all innocent
in their dreams
Issam A Zeibak
Writer of prose and poetry, living in Brooklyn, NY.