Maryam GhouthMy Aunt the PiranhaHer teeth grow sharper when she speaks, and her words interlock without breath like the jagged rows lining her jaw. She hurts. Sometimes...
Maryam GhouthTimeI ask for patience to befriend time, to give space to my labours of love, not to rush or stunt their growth, to cherish the transition...
Maryam GhouthBombardier BeetlesA woke friend with dreadlocks in a wide brimmed hat, through a fog of incense, below a dream catcher, above a mound of tie-dyed rugs,...
Maryam GhouthFear of LossI finally realized why I am afraid of having you. I am afraid of loving you so much and then losing you. Life has taught me that things...
Maryam GhouthWithout Love: A Building SkeletonA kind lover’s love has a way of filling the gaps in my order of things. It cushions the seats. It shines a sidewise gleam through the...
Maryam GhouthMy Triggered FriendLike a gull, you migrate northward in the spring, and return to my life after months, fluttering. But something in your distance, and the...