Kanab
The blood of the gods has left me, drips on the face of the cliff,green scrub break through red dust, toadstool hoodoos hover on the horizon.I am blue like my beloved, breathless,tracking the dried traces…
Bellingham Review Contributor
Shaheen Dil was born in Bangladesh and lives in Pittsburgh. Her poems have been widely published in literary journals and anthologies and nominated for the Pushcart Prize. Dil has published three collections of poetry: Acts of Deference (Fakel 2016), The Boat-maker’s Art (Kelsay Books 2024), and Letters to My Younger Self (Gyroscope Press April 2025). She holds a B.A. from Vassar College, a Master’s degree from Johns Hopkins University, and a Ph.D. from Princeton University. Additional information is available on her website: https://shaheendil.com.
The blood of the gods has left me, drips on the face of the cliff,green scrub break through red dust, toadstool hoodoos hover on the horizon.I am blue like my beloved, breathless,tracking the dried traces…