September 14-20, 2009: Brenton Rossow and Nadia Ait Said

week of September 14-20, 2009: 

Brenton Rossow and Nadia Ait Said

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Brenton Rossow

Bio (auto)

Brenton Rossow has been living in South East Asia for the past nine years He is the lead singer of an experimental three piece called The Folding Chairs His work has recently been published in LINQ, Thieves Jargon, Taj Mahal Review, Decomp Mag, Origami Condom, Nefarious Ballerina, Sein Und Werden, Parameter Magazine, Barrel House and Everyday Genius He is currently working on a novel about grasshoppers in Laos.

The following work is Copyright © 2009, and owned by Brenton Rossow and may not be distributed or reprinted in any form whatsoever without written permission from the author.


Swirling Into the Bit-Stream
In My Favourite
Little Border Town

and suddenly
I’m back in the nest,
swirling into the bit-stream,
lights and colours moving around me

night has fallen
upon this beautiful little border town
and I find myself at the roundabout,
cigarette burning down
in an ancient barber’s chair

some of the people
I thought I once knew
have forgotten my face
and talk to me
in a confusing tongue
but I just smile
and nod my head,
reclining slowly
in a soft leather chair

when my hair
begins to fall
I realize
I’ve made a mistake
but it’s too late
to turn back now

a pipe-cleaner jiggles and tickles
the inside of my ears
my forehead is shaved,
along with my cheeks
and the backs of my ears

strange oils and powders
disappear into my pores

and just as I’m
about to fall asleep,
powerful hands
massage my scalp,
pinch me between the eyes
and expertly crack my neck

rising from the barber’s chair,
looking into the mirror
upon my shiny bald head,
I realize
I’m back
in the nest;
swirling
into
the bit-stream,
lights and colours
moving around me

Nadia Ait Said
noodles_ghanem@yahoo.co.uk

Bio (auto)

I am a multi-lingual-ethnic-moody Algerian olive in French baguette baked in the UK spiced in Egypt and Syria I hide in libraries studying dead languages-eastern and am currently living in Paris engorged in a Phd I started writing poetry to balance the insanity of my academic writing.

The following work is Copyright © 2009, and owned by Nadia Ait Said and may not be distributed or reprinted in any form whatsoever without written permission from the author.

Fold

11 years gliding, precipitations hail
opal drops, cascade of bursting gems
in this perpetually wintry amble
I stroll London inspirational city
home to my hopes, you fulfilled all
and more Imaginings born
in the midst of your cobblestones
nurtured in cloud bursting tulle skirts
soaring in blustery deluges
One year sultry rushes
scarlet pepper soil
golden-haired streams
rosy sandstorms
no torrents here, bathing in ardent rays
a breeze cooling my veil Bountiful Syria, jewel of my exile
extension of my voyages
rounded exclamations, bowing tongues
One year bustle hustle
flamboyant luxuriance
vibrant feathery dusty city, Cairo
angels crown your horizon
sitting atop triangular ancestral abodes In the cobalt hues of shadowy dusk
Um Kulthum’s soft caresses undulates
from feluccas, glinting vessels
merging sweet whispers
between well practiced cotton sheets like leafs
and enamoured firmaments
Auspicious journeys fastened convictions
bird of fire, bearing on its wings my future.

The zuqaq of Damascus

Winding passage on
sandstone granite
pebbles like seed make
gemstone kernels
yours walls cinder ashen powder
Veering halting
your curves inviting
labyrinths you pencil
veiled tales of urging loves
You contort
I pursue
my exiled kith and kin.