He Meets Her at the Bridge of Fallen Flowers

Let’s talk about cosmology, he said.
What about it? she asked.
I want to know how you stole my soul, he replied.
I steal into everyone’s soul, she said matter-of-factly, to which
he sighed, and a small blizzard formed and fell somewhere above the Alps.
Not so soon, she said . . .

. . . you can read the rest of the poem here.

© N Nazir 2021

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I’m so pleased to have this poem published in the Whispers and Echoes Online Journal for their Autumn callout. I hope you enjoy it ❤

Sharing this for dVerse Open Link Night hosted by Linda.

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Recipe for Keeping Good House…#Free Verse Revolution Publication

First make sure the way is clear to the path to your door. Remove all the stones, unless they’re pleasingly oblong, but never on a blue moon night.

Let the weeds grow wild and behead all the pansies (to keep the jinn away). Allow the black cats free roam to encircle your home for they bring messages from those passed over on nights such as this . . .

You can read the rest of this piece by downloading a copy of Free Verse Revolution Issue III: Hestia (hearth & home).

I’m so delighted to have two of my prose pieces featured in it! The other one is entitled The In-between Places. (You’ll find me on pages 173-176).

Thank you so much to Kristiana Reed for giving them a home amongst other great scribes. After receiving more than my fair share of rejections, it’s truly heartwarming to finally receive a few acceptances. They’re like men and buses. Or pens that roll under the bed. Magpies in pairs and all the missing socks finally turning up again. Anyway, I’m pretty stoked. Hope you enjoy reading it 🙂

And Then the Sun Broke Through the Clouds…

Vicky Wendish, Visual Verse September 2021 image

You smiled at me and I teetered . . . on the edge of maybe.  I am suspicious of men who don’t blink.

I ponder the meaning of it all, the electric moment.  I ponder whether I should stop pondering the meaning of it all.

Sometimes, there isn’t one.  And words cannot transcribe what instinct always knows. My body is live with conduction. But look…

…you can read the rest of the poem here.

© N Nazir 2021

*With warmest thanks to Visual Verse for publishing my poem! I honestly thought I hadn’t made the cut this month. I was pleasantly surprised this evening ❤

Caught In-between an Ache and a Dream

Image by Veronica Lissandrini

I slip through the sliding door 
into la salle d’attente
and wait to be called
to be told 
one way or another
if I’ve made it out of limbo.

Blue meets yellow
makes heart chakra green.

I read lines from my past life…

You can read the rest of the poem here.

N Nazir 2021

Such heartfelt thanks to Visual Verse anthology for publishing my poem this month ❤ You can read all the other poems here.

If Music be the Food of Love Play on…

Image by Maria Victoria Rodriguez

There are picture postcard moments life deals you
why fight them? You’ve just been gifted.
The problem lies in not knowing how to receive.

Crusty bread and ion-rich wine and being serenaded
by red-blooded men in an open stretch of field
in the deep Mediterranean south…

…you can read the rest of the poem here.

© N Nazir 2021

*Thank you so much to Visual Verse for publishing my poem ❤

I didn’t even realise they had until a fellow blogger pointed it out to me.

You can also read all other entries above or visit visualverse.org