Ahmad Al-Khatat was born in Baghdad, Iraq. His work has appeared in print and online journals globally. He has poems translated into several languages such as Farsi, Chinses, Spanish, Albanian, Romanian. He has published some poetry chapbooks, and a collection of short stories. He has been nominated for Best of the Net 2019 and was also nominated for the Pushcart Price 2020.
The Finest Cigarette
On the first day of the new year, I light the finest cigarette up and sip a cup of black coffee by myself, then write about hope on the typewriter. The night born with stars and torn them The children of world recall their little pets While the children of Iraq & Syria remember the dates of their sibling’s death in the war. I no longer run after the birds and butterflies My days are low, like the tears of a dying angel My life is no longer delightful and brief Even love has been eliminated from my universe. No one seems to care about my flying wings Everyone is celebrating the night we shattered The wooden floor sustained your bitterness tears This oppression made me an alcoholic and hopeless. Another cigarette, another bottle of Russian whiskey Another great rhythm and blues to listen to alone Waiting for the time, and walk missing from the pub Destiny undresses my flesh and leaves me as rotten skulls.
The Song of Life
A song you’d be thrilled to hear, with eyes sharing their sorrows to the nightingale a grief’s mouthpiece takes me to innumerable nostalgia We hear the lyrics of the song, as clothes become wet from sobbing to the morning daylight, not moonless nights...