My Jogi


A jogi in Afghanistan is a gypsy, both ethnically as well as by forced lifestyle

my jogi

who lived on the streetcorner

lives there no more

perhaps she is walking

to where life is a little more fair?

no, just walking anywhere, rather than nowhere

but nowhere is the only home

she knows —

a nobody knows no other home


A quadrille is a poem consisting of exactly 44 words. There are proper, or conventional ways to go about this, using rhyme and rhythm techniques, however, I struggle with both. This quadrille was written for dverse, where quadrille originates from.