American Ghazals by Eugene A. Melino
Ghazal: Greta’s Stare Down
“You are failing us!” How incensed, Greta’s stare down, our emptiness profound against Greta’s stare down...
American Ghazal: In the Twilight
Back of my Buick, parlaying till five, she commits in the twilight, spreading her legs for our slice of American bliss in the twilight.
Ghazal: My Love
Adrift across your eyes’ rare green my love, we learned the ways adults diversify love...
Ghazal: Kronos Devouring His Son
You played the old fool well, my love, warmly greeting his son. By night, Papa asleep, your warm body’s treating his son.
Ghazal: The Wall
I wake, my neighbors' moans echoing through the wall. Love, talking to you was like talking to the wall.
Ghazal: White Sail
After "Baadbaan... by Parveen Shakir: "White sail, the open sea, horizon so blue, yes. I see myself keeping watch. Could it be you? Yes..."