Apex Magazine
One day, sitting in a café with Rumi’s ghostover mint tea and biscuits, he told me about Shams;rhapsodized over his eyes, his fine voice,his heart that opened like a flowerbreathing...
Me and Rumi's Ghost
One day, sitting in a café with Rumi’s ghostover mint tea and biscuits, he told me about Shams;rhapsodized over his eyes, his fine voice,his heart that opened like a flowerbreathing...