Arabic/Arabic
“We run our hands on the carved door of Arabic;/ We bless the embroidered walls of Arabic;/ We hold the gates of Arabic…” Poem of the Week (20 October), by Rakhshan Rizwan.
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Lahore
“So hurry, dye those duppatas, dot those elegant paisleys,/ So place those fraying jasmine wreathes/ round delicate wrists…” Poem of the Week (September 2), by Rakhshan Rizwan.
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Poet of the Month: Rakhshan Rizwan
“Growing up in Lahore, I always felt othered…” Rakhshan Rizwan, The Missing Slate’s Poet of the Month, talks to Rosario Freire.
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Homecoming
“She hears the crowing of birds outside,/ her neighbour cussing at the colony chowkidar,/ the petroleum cough of the retired colonel’s jeep…” Poem of the Week (October 29), by Rakhshan Rizwan.
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School’s Out
“In winter the school year begins,/ we play gili danda and oonch neech/ in the schoolyard,/ We race home till our legs hurt…” Poem of the Week (September 10), by Rakhshan Rizwan.
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Ausländerin
“Is it me? The eternal foreigner afraid/ of even the sidewalks of this new country, even the/ sunlight bites.”
By Rakhshan Rizwan