“if people ask for directionsI point to the gibbous moonwhen asked how I amI smile the cusp of an eclipse”

“Dar ÓmaI was a beggarYou threw me a smileI ran offdeliriousinto the distancelater, tiredhungryI sat downnow people toss me coinsI throw them back at themall I ever wantedwas Your smile”

“Two thousand Sufi poets assembled in Baghdad last nightBullets, rockets and granades flyingAllah heard only their wine voicesBursting in a fireball straight to ParadiseBombs and explosivesIlluminated the shame for an instantBefore sinking suddenly to earthEchoes of their words seep through wounds”

“all my pastspread outlaid bareI trample on itwhat else to do”

“Tá an ghealach ina luí ar a droimGlan ar meisceCoimeádann sí na héin ina ndúiseachtI dteanga iasachta atá a ngiob geabSníonn abhainn airgeadúil in aghaidh na fána,Iompraíonn scáil na sceiche gile léi,Taoi amuigh ag siúl, ní foláir, cosnochtaThe moon lies on her backMad drunkKeeping the birds awakeThey chat in a foreign tongueA silvery river flows up the slopeBearing with it the reflection of a fairy bushYou must be out walking, in Your bare feet”

“If you can't fuck me while I read, fuck off.”

“...for the purity of first light is blissand surely the whole point of faithis just in this: -Not that we believe but that we ask of Heto have faith in us.”