Bone Fire Dhabiya Khamis the reader is kept in

the reader is kept in the dark about what’s really going on

written in both formal and free verse

With his dexterity as a writer

Linda Kempton

Bone Fire Dhabiya Khamis the reader is kept inThe bones are the bones of the poet integral to the landscape of her body. The bones are the spines of trees, the bone white of the moon. They belong to the hawk, the blackbird, the lion and the deer. They are, too, the bones of the dead and discarded, the martyred and maimed and the simply inconvenient. They are the bones of the forgotten, who have not forgotten us. The fire is love and lust a lovers tongue, a naked woman. Its the red stones of a