Omar KholeifBehjat Sadr: A Dream in BlackThe blackness of lines lying in water Blackness and lines standing in glass On glass one instant On glass standing a moment On water…Nov 24, 2018Nov 24, 2018
Omar KholeifSaturday (A bad poem, that could have been good)I am sitting naked in my living room Popping spots Watching the white puss excrete, the blood congeal I am listening to Liz Phair’s Exile…Jan 28, 2018Jan 28, 2018
Omar KholeifIntense Desire 2 (After David Robilliard)I loved him Until he became the only one inside.Oct 7, 2017Oct 7, 2017
Omar KholeifSpring has Sprung!Originally Published in Lynette Yiadom-Boakye, Natures, Natural and Unnatural (2015)Jul 30, 2017Jul 30, 2017
Omar KholeifHow I Learned to Stop Worrying And Started Loving those Anxious Tendencies…INT. Bedroom — DAYJul 20, 2017Jul 20, 2017
Omar KholeifIntertidalHomesick he says as he watches the daily news, the voice in my head; I turn off the screen.Jun 25, 2017Jun 25, 2017
Omar KholeifWhy A Writer’s Block TodayThere are different kinds of writing but the writing that I want to do, I am denied. It is perhaps because the economy of speaking for…Jun 12, 2017Jun 12, 2017
Omar KholeifI don’t ride trains, they ride meThere is a demon Her name starts with a, well, maybe I shouldn’t say She checks everything; her ego is so big that she constantly seeks…Jun 7, 2017Jun 7, 2017
