Ahmed K. AliSOAP.Quiet. This is how it always begins… Instead of life gently entreating my skull and pouring silky light into my orbits I am greeted with…Dec 1, 2017Dec 1, 2017
Ahmed K. AliINTERNET.Death is the key. I’m not suicidal, but something draws me to that place, a place I love, a place I do not understand, but it is a place…Nov 8, 2017Nov 8, 2017
Ahmed K. Alia bench in beirut.Beirut downtown, 12:53 pm, influences: caffeine, hunger, nostalgia.Jun 22, 2017Jun 22, 2017
Ahmed K. AliNaked FeetI decided to join these words together. Slit my arms from the joints to my withering wrists, dry my arms of my blood, so I can use it to…Jun 20, 2017Jun 20, 2017
Ahmed K. Aliblue heart.I wrote something for you. I stuffed a piece of blue paper with words.Mar 3, 2017Mar 3, 2017
Ahmed K. Alislice.your tears; those soft drops that envelope your eyeballs so comfortably are so soft, but they’re not gentle.Mar 2, 2017Mar 2, 2017
Ahmed K. Alivery gentle wind.Is it too late? The eye on your wrist is all dried up, shrivelled up like the illusion time is.Mar 1, 2017Mar 1, 2017
Ahmed K. Alilove poem.Take your cigarette and puncture my heart with it, Invade my chambers with ignited ashes, Let the blood fill your ashtray until it…Feb 27, 2017Feb 27, 2017