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Allah Karim & Mama wants an Arab man more than she wants a good daughter
Allah Karim I always remember you wrong becausesomehow you are always warmer, gentler to the right of me…
honey & other poems
our taxi driver to muhajareen,the neighborhood where our grandmothersgiggled as schoolgirls together,refused to go up the hill.“it’s too…
I am from…
After George Ella Lyon I am from green Coleman stoves and hand-carved cherry canoe paddles that left their…
RUMMANIYEH
I remember a woman hovering over her olive-wood-fashioned board, buried under fresh pomegranates and eggplants for the preparation…
PAKISTANI IMPROV
If there is a Couchsurfing destination par excellence, it is Pakistan. I can’t think of a nation…
Beirut: On Weathering Wars
Beirut often feels like a ghost town. Streets that used to be lined with party-goers and late-diners are…
The Ghost of My Grandfather
أعاتبُ طيفهُ إن لم يزرني لعل الطيف أوعى للعتابِ “I chide his specter if he doesn’t visit…
Midwestern Elegy & A Candle. A Grave. My Grief is Unspecific.
Midwestern Elegy Everything in July is heavy; the airwith moisture, the sun on tall prairie grass.Crickets groan in…
Safari
Eyes trained in envystare straight into my solar plexus.Africa! Gosh you’re so lucky!But one day, before the sun…
Road to Rhododendrons
there is a road to take when we laughdrunk at things wenever thought were funny beforethe mind scours…