Three Poems from Ahmad Al-Khatat

Life or Death My spirit have Asked me questions, Like a musician Playing melancholy flute Life or death? Wilder wounds always extend Hope or fortune? Burning tears and not fallen Skeleton or flesh? Autumn cloud raining blood Hard or warm hearted? Heartbroken to be heartless Mirror or shades? The wind of late hours Morning or…

Three Poems by Ahmad Al-Khatat

The Drunk Poem  I am the drunk poem without rhymes the bartender asks how I am still surviving I tell him that I never listen to my heart but I hear to the voice of my loneliness I talk less about my miserable life but when I am drunk, I colour the darkness and ignore…

In the Cemetery by Ahmad Al-Khatat

In the cemetery, I was standing on my knees, reading verses of the holy book to the tombs I was praying with tears on my cheeks until the graveyard stopped me and asked me if I was reading verses or reading sorrows with an emotionless face, he asked to repeat I started reading again and,…