What My Grandmother Said Through the Haze | El Habib Louai | Poetry
In a late November dream that only now I can redeem I saw my grandmother clad in angelic white. She was riding her meek donkey through the shimmering haze between eternity, heaven and hell. I strove and strove, but could not fathom what brought her back. A promise she could not keep to the […]
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In a late November dream that only now I can redeem I saw my grandmother clad in angelic white. She was riding her meek donkey through the shimmering haze between eternity, heaven and hell. I strove and strove, but could not fathom what brought her back. A promise she could not keep to the […]
