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Poem + Painting
SHJ Issue 8
Fall 2013

I Saw My Face

by Yahia Lababidi

I saw my face this morning
hovering at the base
of a coffee cup

eyes liquid black
and thirsting
lips parted as if

some great spoon
had stirred me to the depths
and left everything swirling.

Detail of portrait of Yahia Lababidi by Sarah Russell
Portrait of Yahia Lababidi
by Sarah F. Russell

—Poem is from Barely There, an e-book of short poems (Resource Publications; Eugene, Oregon; 2013), and first appeared in Delmarva Review.

SHJ Issue 8
Fall 2013

Yahia Lababidi

is an Egyptian-American thinker, aphorist, essayist, and Pushcart-nominated poet, whose writing has been translated into nearly a dozen languages. He is the author of five books:

Barely There (Wipf and Stock, 2013)

The Artist as Mystic: Conversations with Yahia Lababidi (Onesuch Press, 2012)

Fever Dreams (poems, Crisis Chronicles Press, 2011)

Trial by Ink: From Nietzsche to Belly Dancing (essays, Common Ground Publishing, 2010) *

Signposts to Elsewhere (aphorisms, Jane Street Press, 2008) *

* Book appears on SHJ’s Bookshelf, Issue 1.


SHJ Issue 8
Fall 2013

Sarah F. Russell

is a self-taught painter who works primarily in Acrylics. She is currently devoted to creating the series “True World Leaders Love,” as well as continuing to practice joyful portraiture of friends and inspiring fellows. She has just begun to accept commissions, and can be found at: Sarah Free

“...we have been born here to witness and celebrate. We wonder at our purpose for living. Our purpose
is to perceive the fantastic. Why have a universe if there is no audience?” — Ray Bradbury