Omar Imady·Mar 29The Game We Still PlayTonight, on the eve of seventy, we are still playing this game where you pretend to be ‘you’ and I pretend to be ‘me’ – where I have a…A response icon1A response icon1
Omar Imady·Jan 22Subtitles for a ScreamTranslate. Translate — you repeat. Synchronize the words with your breathing. Break through your skin, Instruct your heart to suspend its…A response icon1A response icon1
Omar Imady·Oct 28, 2025What Are You Watching Tonight?In your eyes we must be an infinite stream of fluttering, organized into genres and themes.A response icon1A response icon1
Omar Imady·Aug 14, 2025The Reluctant PoemCome, you say, barefooted, barefaced, barehanded — bared of you. Run against your tassels, smudge your words, desecrate your castles…
Omar Imady·Jul 23, 2025GatekeepersIn the beginning, you didn't have a face.A response icon1A response icon1
Omar Imady·Jul 12, 2025Dancing with SisyphusEven if you return, even if you breathe life into all you have burned, even if you break the fall, arrest the surge, quell the rush, heed…A response icon2A response icon2
Omar Imady·Jul 6, 2025Your RoomIt was a room, like those hidden in hospitals, near corridors dancing to the sirens of intensive care. Locked, sanitized, vacuumed of air.A response icon1A response icon1
