In Touch Edition 6
Locust Eaten Moon, Diary Entries of 2020
by Baaraan Ijlal
' I've kept my eyes on that branch of the tree across my balcony...the branch has shed it's last leaf. It is swollen, pregnant and ready to sprout again. Does it know it is holding me in its branches? That our veins have entwined? I see it in every object of my house, in the cracks of old pottery, in the pattern of the carpet, on the veins of my wrist which reminds me of the delicate and sometimes invisible (when they are probed to draw blood from) veins of my mother's arm ...the arms that I long to hold. '
March 4th 2020