Kazim Ali

Icarus Turns Fifty

by Kazim AliCrudité and crackers. That’s how my own myth starts.I’m slicing cucumbers when the phone rings with that...

Cathedral

by Kazim AliI walk instead along the river, my cathedralnot of stone or god but water made. A woman in the median is...

Citizenship

by Kazim AliIf it isn’t where you enter but where you exit Who doesn’t try to grab and devour what one loves That last...