Painful Love – WILDsound Festival

Soules, Poetry by Ayah Aly

I have rummaged through octaves
And skin hues and hair bushels of all sorts
Searching for my profoundly dead ancestors
In women with Emmett’s sunset eyes
And men with Maya’s sandstone-like stature
Not quite unintentionally, barely efficaciously.
Then there was you.

I Looked Upon Her Face many A Time And I Did But See A Friend Of Mine…, Poetry by Mohammed Islam Butt

We Talked And Laughed And Laughed And Talked Some More,
Nay Did I Know my Heart Had Other Plans.
Time Went By, Still As Friends But My Heart Was Taking Shape
And That’s When All Hell Broke Out!