Fraud

By Kristin Khadija Mahmoud Fraud I’m a fraud A lie Cut and crafted into an image No one can recognize I feast on delusions With a side of well wishes Giving orders from silk cushions Erecting monuments to the sky I’m a lie A fraud A Builder of dreams For the public to applaud I... Continue Reading →

Space, Imagination, and Mortality

By Kristin Khadija Mahmoud When I was a girl, I used to think about the vastness of space.  My head would hurt as I tried to visualize how big it could be. Where was it going if it was expanding outwards?  What lay beyond it? Was it a blank, white canvass that was slowly being... Continue Reading →

Shhh, I Have Some Secrets

By Kristin Khadija Mahmoud I have a few secrets as a writer.  Those who know probably don’t care and there aren’t many of them anyway.  As a writer is always good to have a few secrets, keep a card or two up your sleeve. I’m writing a dirty novel It is in the works and... Continue Reading →

Writing is hard

By Kristin Khadija Mahmoud Writing is hard.  The hardest. You’ve spent hours staring at the screen and there is barely anything written. You go days and maybe write a sentence and that sentence doesn’t look like much.  There is no avalanche of ideas bursting forth, eager to get onto paper before they fly away.  What... Continue Reading →

Review of “To the Sky Kingdom”

Review of To the Sky Kingdom by Tang Qi, Translated by Poppy Toland Review by Kristin Khadija Mahmoud I ordered this book from Target after watching a Chinese Drama known as Eternal Love.  The show is based on The Sky Kingdom and follows the novel pretty accurately while taking some creative liberties with Tang Qi’s... Continue Reading →

My mother would kick my ass

By Kristin Khadija Mahmoud If my mother were alive She’d kick my ass She’d kick it so hard for my terrible jokes For the terrible stories And poems about her — well The one about food painting a mural on her shirt She’d kick my ass for giving up my dog And for fighting with... Continue Reading →

Divinity

DivinityBy Kristin Khadija Mahmoud Do not press your Conduct on such a Wild Heart. Do not attempt to Tame that which cannot be controlled. Do not attempt to Take that which has never been yours. Love not what does not Wish to be an Object of the lust instilled deep within. Let not your Fickle... Continue Reading →

Sun-dried tomato sauce

By Kristin Khadija Mahmoud Pasta covered in sun dried tomato sauce Moved like a worm, wriggling free from a hook To land with Jackson Pollock perfection on my mother’s Blouse. Splat! Drops large enough to drown a colony of ants Rains down on the clean fabric of my mother’s Bosom. I howl at the moon... Continue Reading →

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