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Self-Doubt

By: Amira K. June 16, 2014June 16, 2014

Last week, I was practicing reading one of my poems aloud by recording it on my iPhone and then listening to the recordings. I did a few I thought were pretty decent, and decided to set them aside so I could listen to them later with an unbiased ear. Maybe I’ll put one of them up…

At The Fading Of The Light: A Poem (Updated With Audio!)

By: Amira K. June 9, 2014June 11, 2014

Musings13 Comments

At the fading of the light a little while ago I went out for a walk at night to murder my shadow. He’d dogged me several weeks or more promising relief in his tender hopeless form and sighs of disbelief. I found darkness in his arms A crumbling dismay Emptiness with all its charms Held…

#MakeKensDay: The Ken Mooney Book Bomb

By: Amira K. June 4, 2014

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Love writing? Love doing good things? Love being generally awesome and making people happy? #MakeKensDay by buying Ken Mooney’s books today. After a rough few weeks of seizures and brain surgery, we’re doing what we can to make this writer’s life a little bit better. Read Ryan Williamson’s post for more, and be sure to…

The Trees Were Dying

By: Amira K. June 4, 2014June 4, 2014

Compositions, Poemsagriculture, beauty, Death, destruction, environmentalism, fiction, imagery, poems, Poetry, reading, trees, writing4 Comments

it was just today looking out the window of my car that i saw the trees were dying crumpled into paper figures, a parody of their former selves wrenching, like crooked cursed fingers in the direction of the ground and i their killer. I knew this was no simple thing, like a barren grassless prairie…

Requiem For A Memory: A Poem

By: Amira K. May 28, 2014May 28, 2014

Poems15 Comments

Tonight I wield not a pen but a shovel the grain of wood etching into my palm the dirt gritty, clumped against the blade as I dig a shallow grave for the past. Tonight I carry not a pack on my back but skeletons macabre, grisly smiles dangling over my shoulder, my weightless burden, bones…

Promised Evenings: A Poem

By: Amira K. May 24, 2014May 23, 2014

Compositions, Poemscats, fiction, lost, love, or something like it, poems, Poetry, reading, writing4 Comments

My heart curls around your fingertip like a slinking cat winding its tail around a corner pressing its bones against the edge aching for release. The cat will chase shadows in the alleys as will I seeking solace in moonlight catching shades like fireflies trapping them in jars wondering when they will materialize into the…

Writer Wednesday: Author Interview With Hiba Tahir

By: Amira K. May 21, 2014November 20, 2020

Musings3 Comments

For this week’s #WriterWednesday, I’ve invited one of the most inspiring young women I know to The Z-Axis. Hiba Tahir is a high school student with a fierce drive to tell her stories. I have long been impressed with her dedication – after all, I remember the grueling days of high school myself – and…

Don’t Think For A Moment That You Meant Nothing: A Poem

By: Amira K. May 20, 2014May 20, 2014

Compositions, Poemsbeauty, love, memoir, memory, nature, nostalgia, poems, Poetry, truth3 Comments

Don’t think for a moment that you meant nothing You were as the sun that lifts the fog. You were as a breath of wind that moves a dune of sorrow And carries it to the seas. Don’t think for a moment that you meant nothing You were a raindrop against the veined leaf Magnifying…

The End

By: Amira K. May 19, 2014May 18, 2014

Porous, Publishing9 Comments

A sad announcement today: POROUS will be no more. The story, of course, will live on, but it will breathe a little closer to my chest, tucked into my breast pocket. Noomi and Silas have plenty to tell, but their story needs to be more guarded, more careful, before it sees the light of day.…

Agents, Line Up Here! My Version Of A Query Letter

By: Amira K. May 16, 2014May 16, 2014

PublishingAgents, Comedy, fiction, Humor, literature, publishing, query, reading, writing11 Comments

Dear Mr. or Ms. Agent, Hello! You probably don’t know me, but you’re about to. Biblically. Ha ha, get it? No? Your loss. Well. Moving on. My name is Suzanne J. K. Veronica Green Meyer, and I’m thrilled to announce that you’re one of many specially-selected agents who have been invited to fight for the right…