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Proxima Centauri

Night theorizes itself

Over & out of social disorder

Replenishes its icy glances

Through gifts

& other expenses

Set on invisible tallies

The year closes with more

Questions than answers

About snowflake geometries

& silence & persistence

That beats us

Bows tied up

In trembling buildings

Which may or may not

Withstand these blistering

Currents that came before us

& will live on after stars

You never complain about the weather

Because it marks changes

Inside & outside of you

In theories of enveloping sweetening darkness

At cherished sun downs

Where all is forgotten

Sent to proxima centauri

Or to Jupiter & Mercury

On rotations which

No longer abide by laws of gravity

We revive our dormant praxes

© Niliema Karkhanis



A winter wind

Winds around

My body

Ghost birds calling

We find our ways inside

Year’s end places itself

Upon my brow

All things die into

Dried branches

Which live through

Magnificent ice


Of tears we can no longer cry

Frozen in future

Globe dreams

Between you & I

Miniatures sing

Choral harmonies

Resented ersatz repetition

Gives way to acceptance

Shingles shake ominously

Your hands stop

They’ve hit everything

They can

Leaving bruises

On tanned leather boots

& skin which can’t say no

‘This is a time of new beginnings,’ you say

As patterns repeat themselves

Like snowflake decorations

Snowflakes never repeat themselves though

They are not ornaments

They are necessities

Snow protects the world

Inside the globe

That world is fiction

Like this song

Carols repeat to prove themselves

As do the days

& the wind like an invisible whirling witch

Casts spells which send the notes of a new tune

The pretty infectious one

We made along moving air

Like a sweet aria on the skyline

It sings itself almost

Passing with us

Through us

On bejeweled elongated nights

& their sublime theories

© Niliema Karkhanis

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There is nothing like an opaque vellum future envelope layered loss to remind us of how patterns of sun refract quietly, sparkling & radiating white heat through obfuscated glass. This old sun summoning our prescient hearts. Pretending windows holding inner tumult intact. Life-giving & destructive rays writing stories from ancient fires. It’s a big part of how everything in this multiverse is made. Illuminating the present, history, the entirety of next possibilities.

Your breathless chants.

My screaming quiet palindromes repeated to myself & into my own fat & fascia. Finding guts to process forever falls with. Connective words: the activated cells I couldn’t convey to you.

Goodbyes are for lucky people. Greetings are for cards & calligraphy. Convex lettering. Ink dreams. ‘Thank you,’ the text says. So simple. Most expressions of profundity aren’t this easy.

Please don’t think that I wouldn’t appreciate a job writing captions inside of smooth anticipating folded cardstock. Maybe I’d turn familiar pithiness to say real & unsarcastic words about celebrations & thankings, more than about the inside of certain moments or grippings onto symbolic days.

You wrote a poignant letter in tired, earnest print. I replied with something brief & pretty; encased in glitter, produced in my practiced cursive.

© Niliema Karkhanis


The solar blue

That flicker of evasive
Contentedness enraptured
By a sadness extending
In a line that never ends
Eternal romanticized
Begins again

This week you told me
What to say
I did it
& regretted it right away

Telephone call
Melon call ee

I don’t follow orders
I’m not a fascist

Climbing up the
Ladder of bias
You let me fall
Then blamed me
After all

Except my skin
Is old like roses now
Scarred with the
Same version of fall

It wasn’t my fault after all
But that doesn’t mean
I don’t still think it is

Lies pies ties fries
So many goodbyes

Your eyes aren’t cold
Your mood
Spin cycle
More volatile

I am done with
Giving up on myself
I hope you understand
The lyrics of
The song I sing
The one you like
Then hate again

I’m sorry I am
A complicated
Fairy orchid berry
Once upon a


Please meet me
In the solar blue
I’ll be happy
& maybe
I’ll be enough
For you

© Niliema Karkhanis

Pistachio ice cream

Winter is but a memory
In the melting heat
You told me about
Your first dreams
Your final dreams

We sat on the park bench
Eating pistachio ice cream
You could hurt people
& then like a child
Enjoy a treat
People are like this

Pistachio ice cream
Is my favourite

What did Hannah call it?
The banality of evil

© Niliema Karkhanis


Walking towards

Falling sunsets
Dipping themselves
Along the frosted edges
Of our sharpened hearts

Pens strewn upon
The table
You encouraged us
To draw

I closed my
Burning eyes
Out of nibs
Of felt-tippesd
Black pens



I am the life
You couldn’t
Quite believe in


I laugh at myself
As I furrow my brow
Tempting my own
Expectations of
What we dreamed of


I don’t forget
The polymorphy
We constructed
Out of bricolage

Peripheral vision
Holographic lenses
Renewing spectrum

Perhaps the persistent days
Were boring with you
Although I never saw it
That way

That way
I thought
We were


© Niliema Karkhanis

Featured image by to Solen Feyissa from Unsplash


Did you see her


There is a place
That fallen
Love stories
Are often
Written upon

Those places almost seem real
Tomorrows spun on a biogenic wheel

Roundness at the core of all the fondness & sweetness

Your love wasn’t round though
It was steel-cold

So what did it mean? 

© Niliema Karkhanis

Featured image by Pawel Czerwinski from Unsplash



She said that the planets
The stars are all balls
Floating in space

From a child’s mind
These words 
Always so revolutionary


I was looking at high resolution
Photographs of the sun

I look at maps of the moon
& think of you

How we are here
& gravity spins us in place

In space

Maybe roundness is resented
Because it’s the ultimate magic

Perfect spheres
Of fire & ice
Of stone & life
Reflective surfaces
Spinning & continuing

© Niliema Karkhanis

Featured photo by KARTIK GADA from Unsplash

Meta-ekphrasis: 2d design

Colourful world-building
Wonderful abstraction of principle

Two dimensional
Mixing palettes
Of cloud shades
Hues & grades
Leaving the pages

Brain matter hazes
Gazing as the other
Although who gave us that placement

Art is everywhere
We are mused & muses
Moving formulations
Interpreting formations
Composition of storms
Matter is the discourse
From even the most inexpensive pen nib

© Niliema Karkhanis

Featured photo by Mr TT of unknown outdoor artwork in Monreal circa 2015.