By Hanzala Mojibi was it all toooffensive,that i existed? was it rudethat i stood still,silent,a night watch on the northern wall? is itrooted deep,a primal urge to undothat which was here before you? or just, just, just an ephemeral itch? i wish violencewasn’t your first language—i would have liked to talk. i had questions. *** … Continue reading POETRY: the sycamore gap.