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The East is not a Looking Glass
“Eye on the ball,” the revolution said, finding an invincible summer. “Protect your peace,” the mashrabiyya whispered, and…
The Mirror That Comes Back
Bahram Beyzai and the Ā’īneh of a Wounded Nation In the Persian mystical imagination, the mirror was never…
The melting pot of destruction (viii) & Others
The melting pot of destruction (viii) April 1st, 2026. Cité de Billes.Douala. Cameroon. my cellulardata room. my feed.…
From the Nile to Hólaá
Preface When I was younger and my father was still alive, I often thought that I…
Cypress Weeps & The House That Raised Us
Cypress Weeps A boy’s grieftransformed him into a cypress tree.Since then,the cypress weeps.For landscapesholding too many graves,for hills…
Deer and Starlight & Blue Mountains, Australia
Deer and Starlight at fifteen you first read a poem about Matthew Shepardyoung man brutalised by young menfor…
a river of mirrors
snow melt runs cold on the heights of the taurus mountains beyond human footfall where a tumble of…
Routine Stop
You brush against your holster in the sinewy fog draped over the town. It’s afternoon,…
On the Bus
She can feel the knotsthe odd angles, the bones,want to tell the woman to run, run, runbut deep…
The mirror & I feel it in my heart
The mirror I feel it in my heart I love youlike I love how we say صباح الفلwith…