HILLS HIGH & LOW
Bera Bera, light this then hand it to me Shera Shera, bring well water to fill my cup Sarah Sarah, your craters will care for children one day Darah Darah, your hills are the mountains I climb A small paragraph told me The drilling would take care of your kids some day The hills circle circuit is your kind my Daytimes spent seeking asylum your body aches just looking at mine all the beautiful ones are soldiers from the front from their backs and behind mine their pinkies linked in secrets and time valleys filled to the brim their bodies ache just like mine
J O E
Hey you, my light, my light Give me give me give me love I took took the ice from your mother I took your mother to the ice Frost that breathed and bit my tongue Began breathing frost, started biting my tongue I sat down to sit, I wrote without thinking O light of light, and I stepped in front of the lights until the lights went out in front Hey Black Black are the days when they do not see you Black are the days when you can not see me too Hey black, dark days have not seen you Black are the days you can not see for two I'm like the sweet dates in your cake From myself to myself I dance Give me your hand to lead me I give you my hand and my pen The sound you make my heart stops Your sound it makes me wonder I'll give you the sound when my heart stops I'll give you the sound of wonder
MAIA ASSHAQ (b. 1987) is an Iraqi born writer and artist currently living in Los Angeles, CA. She is the founder of DittoDitto Books and the Detroit Art Book Fair. In 2015 she received the first Gilda Award for emerging writers from the Kresge Foundation. She is a 2016 Salzburg Global Forum Fellow.