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C.N.P Poetry 

Harvest

  • Writer: Cathexis Northwest Press
    Cathexis Northwest Press
  • Feb 1, 2019
  • 1 min read

Updated: Apr 13, 2021

By: Kanza Javed


And now I reap this kind of fear How will it feel To be shot outside a grocery store by a lone white gunman in America Or perhaps, Be stoned to death in front of Lahore high court in broad day light In the name of religion and honor Death has climbed in bed with us Like a scared child in the middle of the night You have said too much




 

Kanza Javed was born in Lahore, Pakistan. Her debut novel, Ashes, Wine and Dust was shortlisted for the Tibor Jones South Asia Prize.She was a fellow at University of Massachusetts, studying Comparative Public Policy, in 2011 and an American Literature research scholar at Arizona State University in 2015 with Pakistani Immigrant writing being her primary field of research. She is currently an MFA student and, Fiction and Composition instructor at West Virginia University.


 
 
 

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