poems – fahad baseer

Barebones

The sound of wrists on the verge of carpal tunnel syndrome There are tunnels for wishes. They say. I held my breath with her on my mind I held my breath with music on my mind The transposition of pain into chords enveloping an attitude I was stuck with Restructuring its basis as I succumbContinue reading “Barebones”

Hidden Poetry

Lately I’ve been writing poems on panels and then collaging over them. It’s easier for me to send my poems out into the world this way. I”m sending my children out into cold storms of judgment with a heavy jackets on. I know these poems are warm and safe. No one will be able toContinue reading “Hidden Poetry”