The shoe fit in the desert. I longed to see him there. As he was. Then.
I see only sorrow with laughter after the uhnn. The sound made when
a slip occurs. A slice of darkness through the light. Obsessing, a game
I’ve played a lifetime and now again here in this Blue City. He sits
apart from me. I look at him incessantly. Watching for a sign that
he doesn’t love me anymore. His face stoic. My hunger unbearable.
Always wanting more. Awake with the pain of a longing met in a desert.
- Ahu Smith, from her poetry collection “Take It In”
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I appreciate that I can see
what I see
when I see it.
I’m a pioneer of outta order
I get profound
When I lean over a kitchen sink
I wasn’t complaining
I was exclaiming
And I didn’t do it
to forget
whatever
you forgot.
- Ahu Smith, from her poetry collection, “abstract romance”
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I spend my days searching for poetic composition. Search in my
empty pockets. It finds me in the laughter of the wild children on the
street. It captures me as I dance my body's beat of a new song. It
chases me through colors on the graffiti walls of my neighborhood
and abstracts me in broken English. It dreams at night and wakes me
up. It surrounds me as I hear your whispers from last nights
intimates. A brown-eyed Arabic glance, A wide-eyed Hayek-dressed
woman. It blurts out lyrical rhythm in the song of the sweet little
birds that visit me in the morning.
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- Ahu Smith, from the 2025 Anthology "Waking Red."
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