Kabir's Jacket Has a Thousand Pockets

Step into the crater of East Africa and meet the grain of sand from Sindh. Taste the pearls from Indian Ismaili ginans and attend to the True Guru.

Aglow with postcolonial loss, wryly defiant of what they reveal, the poems in Kabir's Jacket Has a Thousand Pockets describe a warm estrangement and salty gratitude for being on Earth. It's not war-reporting and Ayaz doesn't solve crimes. He doesn't have his head in the lion's mouth. He draws from Kabir's Bijak, Ghalib, and the oral granth and g...