Khalil Elayan
Khalil Elayan is a Senior Lecturer of English at Kennesaw State University, teaching mostly World and African American Literature. His other interests include finishing his book on heroes and spending time in nature on his farm in north Georgia. His poems have been published in A Gathering of the Tribes Magazine, Dime Show Review, About Place Journal, and The Esthetic Apostle. Khalil’s most recent essay appears in bluntly magazine.
“Aches and Pains,” “Timber Tantrums” and “Chicago Sunset”
There is an indigo ripple in my eye,
sending me backwards through time
on cresting waves that roll into themselves
Tightened by their energy,
these droplets form ropes
that flay my memory
sending me backwards through time
on cresting waves that roll into themselves
Tightened by their energy,
these droplets form ropes
that flay my memory
Poetry
Issue 42, October 2020
Issues Archive
“Rock Paper Pictures,” “Of Voices, Waters, and Fires” and “Samsara Serenade”
It’s called The Cave of Forgotten Dreams
this place where handprints
with broken finger
wave at squint-eyed scientists
where prehistoric rhino, too,
looks up and down
this place where handprints
with broken finger
wave at squint-eyed scientists
where prehistoric rhino, too,
looks up and down
Poetry
Issue 37, May 2020
Issues Archive
Khalil Elayan
Khalil Elayan is a Senior Lecturer of English at Kennesaw State University, teaching mostly World and African American Literature. His other interests include finishing his book on heroes and spending time in nature on his farm in north Georgia. His poems have been published in A Gathering of the Tribes Magazine, Dime Show Review, About Place Journal, and The Esthetic Apostle. Khalil’s most recent essay appears in bluntly magazine.
“Aches and Pains,” “Timber Tantrums” and “Chicago Sunset”
There is an indigo ripple in my eye,
sending me backwards through time
on cresting waves that roll into themselves
Tightened by their energy,
these droplets form ropes
that flay my memory
sending me backwards through time
on cresting waves that roll into themselves
Tightened by their energy,
these droplets form ropes
that flay my memory
Poetry
Issue 42, October 2020
Issues Archive
“Rock Paper Pictures,” “Of Voices, Waters, and Fires” and “Samsara Serenade”
It’s called The Cave of Forgotten Dreams
this place where handprints
with broken finger
wave at squint-eyed scientists
where prehistoric rhino, too,
looks up and down
this place where handprints
with broken finger
wave at squint-eyed scientists
where prehistoric rhino, too,
looks up and down
Poetry
Issue 37, May 2020
Issues Archive