Quotes from Gabriel Rosenstock

Two thousand Sufi poets assembled in Baghdad last night Bullets, rockets and granades flying Allah heard only their wine voices Bursting in a fireball straight to Paradise Bombs and explosives Illuminated the shame for an instant Before sinking suddenly to earth Echoes of their words seep through wounds

if people ask for directions I point to the gibbous moon when asked how I am I smile the cusp of an eclipse

Dar Óma I was a beggar You threw me a smile I ran off delirious into the distance later, tired hungry I sat down now people toss me coins I throw them back at them all I ever wanted was Your smile

all my past spread out laid bare I trample on it what else to do

a star a tree and the longing in between