Alien Places Welcome to the September 15th, 2015 edition of the NWW Photo Prompt! The New West Writers Photo Prompt is a twice-monthly challenge for writers of all genres. It’s easy to participate — and we…
Tag: Xinjiang
Revering the dead
In many ways
We give more reverence
To the dead
Than the living
Pic and a Word Challenge #2: Attraction
Zuhra noticed Tahir was still at his shop. She shuttered her own, the veils and headscarves already neatly tucked away for the night, and closed the clasp on the lock.
Waving goodbye to Patime, who sold baskets, Zuhra aimlessly made her way across the street, being careful to take in all the sights of the nearly closed marketplace before innocently stopping outside Tahir’s shop.
The Children of Kashgar
They run amok
These unwashed ragamuffins
My mother would say
But they are happy
These unwashed ragamuffins
My mother would say
But they are happy
Happy and curious
Enthralled with
The foreigner
And his camera
Main Street
Arriving in Kashgar
Was like landing
On an alien planet
A stranger in a strange land
Was like landing
On an alien planet
A stranger in a strange land
Sights, sounds, smells
Unlike anywhere else
In a country
Unlike anywhere else
Happiness in Kashgar
“Take my picture!”
She’d seen my camera
A foreigner with a camera
“Take my picture!”
Happily, I oblige
Line her up with the street
The cyclist, passing by
Magic is a child
Magic is a child
All the better
In bunches
On being grateful in a shroud of dust
I awaken to a shroud of dust
A sun hangs low and wan
Weakly luminous
Shadowless
Its light dispersed
By an atmosphere
Still, unmoving
Thick with particles
Pix to Words 