the poetry that matters

Neddal Ayad

Neddal Ayad writes from a small town just outside of St. John's, Newfoundland. His work has been published in Sein und Werden, The Modern Word, and The Weird Fiction Review (upcoming).


junk zen brought heat & light to yr fingers.

scattered & fractured, we all got a piece,

we all took a piece. when it dimmed,

we were diminished.




christina is electric

& too full of g-d

to speak




which shake birds

to flight


Found #1: Strange Angel

as if she owned us

my wife combats w/Jack

and would do it again

I prefer Betty sexually

Georgia calls to Ray

from pinnacle to pinnacle



I dream of nothing

I dream of nothing

& it’s too goddamn fast to hold

into cold morning

tens of thousands of tens of thousands of

tens of thousands of tens of thousands of

alder, aspen, and larch lie silent

heavy w/lust


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                                                                                                     January 19, 2012