Laila’s Love

I—Laila
you have created
for every
glimpse of majnun
from desert-to-desert
grains of sand i abandon
turn into rosary beads
-tying prayers
to lonely sky
to an estranged land

–Noor Aisya Buang

Aisya has been writing poems since 2011. Her poems and short stories have been published in Singapore, Malaysia and Indonesia newspapers. Her first poetry book Kastil Aisya (Aisya’s Castle)  has won book prize in Malay Literary Award, Singapore 2015 and shortlisted for Singapore Literature Prize 2016. Her second Malay poetry book Cahaya Dalam Sunyi (Light in Loneliness) has been published recently. She is now in preparation to translate her poems in English and publishing her first Malay short stories. She can be reached through email kastialaisya@gmail.com

And the Universe was Lonely

Look at all of this.  Galaxies pouring into one another.

Exploding stars.

Clouds of luminous dust.

A flower.

A rock.

A tree.

What will I do now, it said.

The universe is lonely.

And so,

on a little rock around a yellow star.

I’ll make someone to see it all.

People.

I’ll make someone to turn

and look

and see all that I’ve done.

And most of the time they’ll ignore it.

They’ll arise in the morning and pile into vehicles and drive to places and drive back again.

Not thinking about the sun that crosses the sky, or the moon that eclipses it.

Most of the time they will marvel at each other,

unaware that they are all, in the end, quite boring.

They’ll not think about the vast ocean just a few miles away.

The odd creatures that swim in it.

And then one night, they’ll stumble out drunk from a bar, lonely just like me.

And they’ll look up.

Peer through the haze of the streetlights and past the airplanes’ flashing lights.

And they’ll see me there.

The Universe.

And I will look back.

“My God.” They’ll say.

And that won’t be exactly right, but that’s okay.

And they’ll light a cigarette.

Exhale into the sky.

And they’ll move on.

Go home and sit in a chair, watch television, fall asleep in the chair.

It may be years before they look up again.

But it will be enough.

It will be something.

–Joe Fisher

Joe is a writer living in Los Angeles. His plays have appeared in Los Angeles, Portland, New York, Dallas and Chicago. He has also worked on several feature film projects that he will not name because he is too embarrassed to admit he worked on them. He also has a son named Dash and a fish named Billy Bob.

Lethal Love Letters 7

Dear Heroin,
I thought I would leave you
But, you were all that I needed
I tried to just leave you
I begged and I pleaded
But, I gave in again
To your seductive power
And now I sit in filth
In desperate need of a shower
To cleanse me of all
The pain and the guilt
I sit like a rose
That’s dead and does wilt
But, Heroin, I’m telling you; I must fight back
I cannot do this
I’m in full attack
I’m taking my life
I’m standing up now
I swear I will do it
I’ll do it somehow
And if I open my door
And you’re still standing there
I swear to you Heroin;
I will no longer care
I’m over this twisted
Love-Hate AFFAIR
And, I’m killing you NOW
So please be aware!
Goodbye Heroin,
I’m saying GOODBYE
I want to live-
SO IT’S YOU WHO MUST DIE!

Nicole D’Settēmi

Nicole is the author of Addictarium: A Heroin Abuse & Recovery Memoir. She is currently living in upstate New York, and is also the author of multiple pieces of lyric poetry, and other writing endeavors. In her spare time she runs a creative design firm, assisting others in need of artistic direction digitally. She loves painting, sketching, and reading when she isn’t busy working on her novels.

Lethal Love Letters 6

Dear Heroin,
How could you do this?
I can’t even breathe
It’s like I am dying
I can’t think
I can’t see
Save me from dying
I scream right out loud
I see all the faces
But you stand out in the crowd
I muster the strength to try to get up and just leave
But it’s like without you
I can’t even breathe!
So I fall down to my feet
And I beg for some mercy
But, it’s like I am stuck
Or like somebody has cursed me
Who now can save me
From this cycle of destruction?
From this world that I now live in
And, I just keep getting stuck in
Goodbye Heroin, please don’t reply.
Goodbye Heroin, I don’t want to die.
Nicole D’Settēmi

Nicole is the author of Addictarium: A Heroin Abuse & Recovery Memoir. She is currently living in upstate New York, and is also the author of multiple pieces of lyric poetry, and other writing endeavors. In her spare time she runs a creative design firm, assisting others in need of artistic direction digitally. She loves painting, sketching, and reading when she isn’t busy working on her novels.

A Night’s Tale

wonder how many times i exhale a breath,
like a sword–slicing up the breeze
then. mete out to the surface faintly
utmost quietly.

 

dear, the lantern dazing a twinkling light
its gloom can’t be read; in darkness embedded
an ancient of silence so fond of recording sounds
from a century panting-hymning the sky’s psalms
smoothing stillness, hushing up meaning
creating a distance between you–me, till our eyes
unable to touch sight, even no more
unable to grasp lght.

 

“from the slices of breeze i have executed,
only sign language is being picked not
been assessed by thee of its howling…”

 

(and like yesterday, dear;
the breeze and night are still singing majnun’s qasidah
through the breath of nafs: heart.)
–Noor Aisya Buang

Aisya has been writing poems since 2011. Her poems and short stories have been published in Singapore, Malaysia and Indonesia newspapers. Her first poetry book Kastil Aisya (Aisya’s Castle)  has won book prize in Malay Literary Award, Singapore 2015 and shortlisted for Singapore Literature Prize 2016. Her second Malay poetry book Cahaya Dalam Sunyi (Light in Loneliness) has been published recently. She is now in preparation to translate her poems in English and publishing her first Malay short stories. She can be reached through email kastialaisya@gmail.com

Lethal Love Letters 5

Dear Heroin,
How could you do this?
I can’t even breathe
It’s like I am dying
I can’t think
I can’t see
Save me from dying
I scream right out loud
I see all the faces
But you stand out in the crowd
I muster the strength to try to get up and just leave
But it’s like without you
I can’t even breathe!
So I fall down to my feet
And I beg for some mercy
But, it’s like I am stuck
Or like somebody has cursed me
Who now can save me
From this cycle of destruction?
From this world that I now live in
And, I just keep getting stuck in
Goodbye Heroin, please don’t reply.
Goodbye Heroin, I don’t want to die.
Nicole D’Settēmi

Nicole is the author of Addictarium: A Heroin Abuse & Recovery Memoir. She is currently living in upstate New York, and is also the author of multiple pieces of lyric poetry, and other writing endeavors. In her spare time she runs a creative design firm, assisting others in need of artistic direction digitally. She loves painting, sketching, and reading when she isn’t busy working on her novels.