My Lover Feeds Me Grapefruit

by Mohja Kahf

Overview

Elmaz Abinader says, “My Lover Feeds Me Grapefruit rakes along the skin like a soft touch exciting the nervous system. The juices of the language in these iridescent poems hint to the succulence of many fruits as Kahf beckons to lovers real and desired. . . . Each [poem] is a salve that resides in the flesh and heart and shivers us into satisfaction.” Naomi Shihab Nye adds, “For so many years, Mohja Kahf's poems have been brightest beacons of light and clarity, a guiding force of goodness, richly woven, comforting fabrics of story, advocacy, and dazzling imaginative power—I bow to her grace and truth!”

Product Details

ISBN-13:	9781950413195
Publisher:	Press 53
Publication date:	04/01/2020
Pages:	90
Product dimensions:	5.50(w) x 8.25(h) x 0.22(d)

Table of Contents

Foreword by Rahat Kurd

When I Come to You

My Lover Feeds Me Grapefruit

Alligators

The Pleasure That It Is

Never Mind

Manifesto for an Old-Fashioned Wanton

Eat, Eat

A Man Who Washes My Dishes

Jongleur

More Than One Way to Break a Fast

Concerns at a Conference

Kiss Me, You Fool

Pennies

Invocation

Hazelnut Harvest

One-Grape Days

Ramadan, My Beloved

Boardwalk

Wet Chastity

Baa

Woman-Crisp

Cigarette

Toe Ring Falls in Sleeve

Ramadan S&M

Censor

Death, My Best Friend Forever

River

Canoe

Lowering of the Gaze

Yard Work

A Man’s Chest

Worship

Ramadan Granny Panties

Another One of the World’s Liars

The Celtic God at the Waterfront Poetry Festival

Funnel Cake

The Rocks of Khor Fakkan

Hidden Date

Leaf

Missing You in the Music

Moonbopped

When You Come to Me

Kilimanjaran

Here It Is

A Man Like Green Onions

Wall

Olive Oil & Thyme

More about the Celtic God at the Waterfront Festival

Amnesty

Ramadan Godsend

When Love Feels Like Fingernails Cut Too Short

Pears in the Time of Burnished Gold

Winter Heat

To Eid

Bury Me in Arabic

Editorial Reviews

For so many years, Mohja Kahf's poems have been brightest beacons of light and clarity, a guiding force of goodness, richly woven, comforting fabrics of story, advocacy, and dazzling imaginative power—I bow to her grace and truth! —Naomi Shihab Nye, author of The Tiny Journalist and recipient of the National Book Critics Circle’s Ivan Sandrof Award for Lifetime Achievement

My Lover Feeds Me Grapefruit rakes along the skin like a soft touch exciting the nervous system. The juices of the language in these iridescent poems hint to the succulence of many fruits as Kahf beckons to lovers real and desired. The poems point to places in the body that cradle appetite, long for the syrup of the poetic Khoshaf that Khaf serves up throughout the collection. The mixture of fruits of these poems is so sweet, they obliterate the harsh world outside of love and desire. Each one is a salve that resides in the flesh and heart and shivers us into satisfaction. —Elmaz Abinader, author of This House, My Bones and co-founder of The Voices of Our Nations Arts Foundation (VONA/Voices)

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