tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5910291709965283166.post4863656025306120084..comments2024-01-14T12:04:49.488-05:00Comments on Behind the Lines: Poetry, War, & Peacemaking: Sand Opera Lenten Journey Day 20: The Original Recipe from the Abbasid + Delights from the Garden of Eden by Nawal NasrallahPhilip Metreshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05449159681282927289noreply@blogger.comBlogger5125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5910291709965283166.post-14678832287766373552016-03-01T09:29:23.270-05:002016-03-01T09:29:23.270-05:00Agreed! Thanks to all for the comments.Agreed! Thanks to all for the comments.Nawal Nasrallahhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00408722188177257433noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5910291709965283166.post-25809068859986035952016-02-29T21:49:52.593-05:002016-02-29T21:49:52.593-05:00Everyone has to eat!Everyone has to eat!Philip Metreshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05449159681282927289noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5910291709965283166.post-43295688977243023842016-02-29T21:49:32.276-05:002016-02-29T21:49:32.276-05:00Thanks for sharing the poem!Thanks for sharing the poem!Philip Metreshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05449159681282927289noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5910291709965283166.post-76573185937470618162016-02-29T21:46:48.898-05:002016-02-29T21:46:48.898-05:00To think of food and its miraculous effects is one...To think of food and its miraculous effects is one way to make war and carnage less intimidating. Perhaps this is what the abbasids did after 1258, the year Baghdad was destroyed by the Mogols.Shakir Mustafahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14934457294118148745noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5910291709965283166.post-63205351950389909452016-02-29T12:44:28.236-05:002016-02-29T12:44:28.236-05:00Baghdadi Specialty
The knock comes just like the ...Baghdadi Specialty<br /><br />The knock comes just like the buzzing<br />drone on its second, inevitable round, <br />just like the starlings in Irbil’s winter<br /><br />fixed on fallow sesame-flecked fields, <br />mist nets spread to trap glossy black<br />bodies tipped in snowy white satin.<br /><br />The cell door opens to dogs, their entry<br />held fast as fear rises same as adrenaline<br />in the bodies of two remote-controllers<br /><br />surveying same as the farmers zeroed in<br />on the mob of birds, some to be seasoned<br />for Baghdadi tables, some soon set free. <br /><br />Fear in the cell smells no less than fire<br />on the ground, each strike as sure of effect<br />as the separated skin of the skewered birds.<br />Maureennoreply@blogger.com