A Poetry Showcase from Ahmad Al-khatat

Distance Burnt

After the drab rain, the 
taste of honey dims into 
a midnight cigarette. Like the 
money we earn from distance burnt.

She says that she loves me, yet 
she asks what’s my death date? As 
if my heart is a forsaken bullet, above 
the lifeless flower in the lighthouse.

Let’s face my depression or whatever 
your noisy educated brain desire to name it. 
I drank because I can't strangle my crying-soul
-inside the leaking roofs of mental issues.

Immigrant Dream

My father was once an 
immigrant dream,
he often struggled 
to buy bottled water for us.

He taught me not to be a 
slave to privileged people,
he trained me to be fierce 
and speak about our country.

I attempted to whisper 
through his deafness 
“ O father some people 
are racists in exile”.

“O father some people 
are the reason for why 
immigrants, miserable,
and humans with a curse”.

I closed my eyes and my father 
-faded away, went missing, and
absent for a lifetime. After! they 
pulled on their trigger merciless.

Simple Orders

For me to be confident
I must adopt to my heart’s strength

For me to admire the blue sky,
I must displace the warplanes from 
the dove’s wings of peace.

For me to smile to your face, 
I must open my lyrical mouth and 
kiss your rhyming lips.

Bio: Ahmad Al-Khatat was born in Baghdad, Iraq. His work has appeared in print and online journals globally. He has poems translated into several languages such as Farsi, Chinses, Spanish, Albanian, Romanian. He has published some poetry chapbooks, and a collection of short stories. He has been nominated for Best of the Net 2019 and was also nominated for the Pushcart Price 2020.