Anatolian Alchemy Now the Queen’s dusk purples a city-warm ache love’s red ink the ghost fingerprints of midnight when she cried in fire and outrage and broke a broad frozen quiet and night transformed empty streets flowers rosy fingers songs secreted in the pensive ark Abra Bertman This poem was written after listening to "Anatolian Alchemy" by Arifa. Abra Bertman lives in Amsterdam where she teaches English literature at the International School of Amsterdam. Recent poems have appeared or are forthcoming in WomenArts Quarterly Journal, The Citron Review, Rust + Moth, Paper Nautilus, Absinthe Poetry Review The Inflectionist Review and Spry Literary Journal, among others. Abra was nominated for the Best of the Net Award in 2016. Her poem “When the World Comes Home,” a collaboration with jazz pianist Franz Von Chossy, appears in the liner notes of the CD of the same name.
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