Praise for My Lover Feeds Me Grapefruit

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!

—Naomi Shihab Nye, author The Tiny Journalist

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. The poems point to places in the body that cradle appetite, long for the syrup of the poetic Khoshaf that Khaf serves up throughout the collection.  The mixture of fruits of these poems is so sweet, they obliterate the harsh world outside of love and desire.  Each one is a salve that resides in the flesh and heart and shivers us into satisfaction.

—Elmaz Abinader, author of This House, My Bones