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GUEST PIECE: Coffee by Mimi

May 1, 2012 by

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I remember when we laid in bed You wore nothing but your skin, And the blanket I slid on you. You said you’d rather wear nothing but me, all day Feel nothing but the tips of my fingers On every inch of your body. I said I’d always love you, you said you would too […]

Coffee by 7ala Abdullah

April 27, 2012 by

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I want you fire-eyed, helpless, and passion-driven. I want you irrational and guilt-stricken. I want you spiteful, conflicted, loving, I want you going, coming, and running. I want you heaving, shoving, screaming, sighing, pulling, pushing, laughing, lying. I want you holding my face in the palms of your hands and crying     I don’t want […]

Coffee by Meshael Al Blehed

April 27, 2012 by

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I will write my way home tonight; I will write my way to you. Love, you may ask: But where do you find me?   I find you in music. Every sweet song, and every strum of the guitar that comes through my headphones brings you out. I find you in literature. In every word […]

Coffee by Nouf Al Nafisee

April 27, 2012 by

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The elevator door opened as she strutted out in all her glory and shame. The strappy heals that were flung across the room the night before were barely clinging on to her feet. Huge Victoria Beckham-like sunglasses were perched on her perfectly altered nose, hiding the puffy eyes and the smudged mascara. Click-clack. She walked […]

Coffee by Albutol Al Hargan

April 27, 2012 by

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“One more,” he says. Over steaming mugs, in musty rooms, amongst nicotine-clouded heads, – one more.   Stay, he pleads without words, the hanging promise of mahogany tinted liquid of wood roasted beans. Stay.   “One more,” he tells the waiter. The empty chair a shade of the drink, a shade of his skin, a […]

Coffee by Anoud Zouman

April 23, 2012 by

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I’ll pour pride into your ego. If asked, I’d tell that I think you don’t deserve a bit of it. Not really. You exist yet you cease to. I’d write you definitions all day but it wouldn’t do you justice. Words, I ask you this, tell me, what is it that you do to your […]

Coffee by Norah Al-Rohaimi

April 23, 2012 by

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It all started with a single sip on that hateful afternoon day. A sip that according to my friend wasn’t suppose to hurt anyone, however it led to so much more. Before I knew it, I couldn’t stop, I couldn’t imagine my day without my liquid drug. I couldn’t imagine the endless hours without it; […]