Alycia Pirmohamed is a Ph.D. candidate at the University of Edinburgh and received her M.F.A. from the University of Oregon. Her poems have recently appeared or are forthcoming in Prairie Schooner, Grain Magazine, Dogwood: A Journal of Poetry and Prose, wildness, and Flying South Literary Magazine.

Alycia Pirmohamed


Say the word dark translates to how I fold my body like a fig against a stippled moon. Pull a string of sorrows from my mouth. Remind me that I am not a swan — I am a long night of rain with my mother's eyes. Hold my tasbih to my heart. Imagine we are elk walking into tall grass. This dream is the sky opening, this dream is a river of faces. This dream is all of the pine trees replaced with smoke. I call out to the water and the wind scatters my thoughts, fashions distances within me. I call out Allah — if I look up, I see a ghost in the canopy.

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