desire expels a rundown of hell
with a shard of tooth and a pinch of wing
the swather of brûlée is too a resident of death
the decadent aspartame tenders the rot
a drink of remain sullies the soul
with a tart of heart and blisters of joy
gusts of bravado are the persnicketies of silence
the membranes of wild rib the cinder
a blush of fulfillment mirages destiny
the ice cream man salutes a chalice
two straws sip a milkshake enamored
About the Creator
Inshallah
Istanbul is a city bristling with life, a place where past and present, sacred and profane, intertwine under the watchful gaze of the Sultan Ahmet Mosque. As I explore this crossroads of cultures with Maya, my nine-year-old niece and the daughter of my late brother-in-law Frank, and my wife Nadia, Frank's sister, I find myself on a journey not just through Istanbul's history, but also into the depths of my own beliefs. Staying with Maya and her mother Elvan, my sister-in-law, I begin to see the city anew through their eyes, and to understand why James Baldwin said it "revived" him.
By Geoffrey Philp 3 days ago in Wander
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