May 2020
Khadijah Lacina
ummu.mujaahid@gmail.com
Bio Note: I grew up in Wisconsin’s Kickapoo Valley. After converting to Islam and becoming fluent in Arabic, my family and I lived in Yemen for ten years, until stirrings of war brought us back to the US. After five years living on a homestead in the Missouri Ozarks with my children and various animals, I have recently returned to my Wisconsin home. My poems have appeared in venues such as Otata and Solitary Plover and I have a chapbook, Go Wolf Hunter, forthcoming from Pork Belly Press.

Crown

punctured moon
spews snow
the old birch
haunted
holds firm
her battered
crown

The Fall

dive and glide
eagles
drag night
across
a violet
sky
watching
i wonder
again
where
truth
is found
in the
flight
or in
the
fall

Unseen

right there 
two sandhill
cranes
framed 
by bare
cottonwood
 
lost to me
in tall river 
grass
your word
for me
enough
©2020 Khadijah Lacina
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