I remember my grandmother’s white fabric which she had used as a barrier to make the cheese. In fact, I had liked that barrier because I did not like milk, and it converted it to another creature. The barrier’s sometimes good, especially when it is white, but you see our days’ barriers. They are red and gloomy. They are, like my heart, bitter and dark, and their hands filled with lies. They might have learned the killing from my grandmother’s barrier which had killed the milk.

Anwer Ghani is an Iraqi poet and writer. He was born in 1973 in Al Hillah. His work has appeared in Adelaide, Peacock Journal, Otoliths, Algebra of Owls, and others. He has also featured in the Inner Child Press series, The Year of the Poet. Ghani is the founder of Expressive Narratives Group and the chief editor of Arcs, an expressive narratives magazine. He has written forty books of poetry, literature, and religious sciences in Arabic. His website: Anwer Ghani Writings

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