Writ in Water for Agha Shahid Ali
by Dean Kostos When Keats coaxed his mind into a page of whiteness, he unrolled a scroll of seeing, required for witness. Latin spirare weaves
Of Ghazals
by Eric Torgersen Call me Ishmael tonight. — Agha Shahid Ali Can you hear it somewhere, Shahid, this groundswell of ghazals? You,
Had We Met, I Imagine We’d Have Talked
by Zilka Joseph till sun up, you who knew my language would have understood my homeless heart and how home lives in many