WILDFIRE PUBLICATIONS MAGAZINE JUNE 1, 2019, EDITION 23, POETESS OF THE MONTH Leila Mehdi SAMARRAI


WILDFIRE PUBLICATIONS MAGAZINE JUNE 1, 2019, EDITION 23

POETESS OF THE MONTH Leila Mehdi SAMARRAI

Thus spoke my mother.

Seek no longer the soil
Forgotten among the trees
Under which you were born

In the chosen night
When the grasshoppers flew away from the terraces
Into the heap of voices filled with hatred
Directed towards me

Silent mother
Not even a sound to flicker within me
How could I have known
About the other side of maps

Are they coming yet to take me
Rooted in the last morning of a bullet

I arise barefoot
The sea is frightened
Like ground from thunder

sas

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Keeping it up with time 


https://leilasamarrai.wordpress.com/2017/10/25/my-short-story-keeping-up-with-time-was-published-in-culturecult-magazines-issue-8/

I was thirty two years old when I started writing this story. Alas, incredible things happened since then. Because of the law of Higher age requirement for woman retirement, my mother had to be older than she is in order to retire on time. Luckily, doctor Hatchinson was our distant cousin and through the local fortune teller and spirit medium he was giving us detailed directions on how to grow old precisley. We discovered the gene for rapid aging in our family laboratory and we were taking it in the shape of oral pills in the morning and in the evening. My hair line was thiner and thiner by the day, but inspite of that I managed to recieve a passport issued due to the papers showing an urgent demand for one.Older than I was, I was being taken more seriously at the bakeries. Decrees of rapid reform change were increasing in numbers, so we had to grow older faster.That is how me managed to keep up with them, all with the goal of liberating the human spirit. We had enormous expences , for we considered you should be old but not wrinkled, because we spent a lot of money on skin tucks, botox, silicone implants. We lost our property, the house was put under mortgage because of the expences our vanity put on us. But, we had our pension, we had our passport. We are also threatened by an approaching, invetable death. My face says that a lot of time passed since this story started, but I am still thirty two years old. And I am dying.

Happy to share that I have a story in the Fall issue of CultureCult Magazine


My short story Keeping up with Time was published in CultureCult Magazine’s Issue #8. 
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I only hope that you like my literary efforts as much as I appreciate your reader’s attention and literary judgment.
Sharp reader’s mind such as yours is the strongest support and I require it for my essential artistical sustenance.

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Don’t miss my poem published by The Woman Inc. magazine!


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A compelling rape poem from Serbia.

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So I mature like a corpse flower
My pulchritudinous petals reach up for light
And they come to me like flies to rotting meat.

This is the world of lies
Of thirsty angels who die
While still appearing angelic
They’ve lost their shine

Have you ever been raped?
You should join me like a vampire
You’ll be bitten for a limitless life
For a never ending night of screeching sodomy…

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Read more: https://thewomaninc.com/2017/03/31/rape-poem/