My Lover Feeds Me Grapefruit

Elmaz Abinader says, “My Lover Feeds Me Grapefruit rakes along the skin like a soft touch exciting the nervous system. The juices of the language in these iridescent poems hint to the succulence of many fruits as Kahf beckons to lovers real and desired. . . . Each [poem] is a salve that resides in the flesh and heart and shivers us into satisfaction.” Naomi Shihab Nye adds, “For so many years, Mohja Kahf's poems have been brightest beacons of light and clarity, a guiding force of goodness, richly woven, comforting fabrics of story, advocacy, and dazzling imaginative power—I bow to her grace and truth!”