2 Poems by Aanya Sheikh-Taheri

Secrets at Boulevard Park That Summer

The sticky night air—thick and pregnant.
The dank, dark sea—a black eye,
a swollen bruise,
a festering sapphire slit.
His voice—an anodyne,
slides over the wound and
stains my mouth like ink, where I
taste with feverish lips
the salty slick pulse
of a drug
of a tongue.

*Inspired by Michael McGriff’s “Highway 67”


Meadowdale Park (The Day I Fell)

Waves as chorus
sunshine as spotlight
he plays his anthem
with bare feet upon the sand.
Strings fingered
on the soft neck,
curved body;
smooth notes plucked
paint the sky like a rose.
“Tell me you love me”
he shyly sings, and as the chords ring,
he doesn’t know
how bad I want to.

Aanya Sheikh-Taheri is a writer and high school English teacher living in Bellingham, Washington, where she has resided for the last ten years. A graduate from Western Washington University, she holds a BA in English Literature and her MA in Teaching for Secondary Education. She loves to hike, travel, and her favorite kind of flower is a sunset. Her work has appeared in a variety of literary magazines and journals, such as the MacGuffin, Hypertrophic Literary, Door is a Jar Magazine, and A Lonely Riot Crew.