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Graffiti and Mohammed Mahmoud Street
GRAFFITI Come when the street is silent and there is no witness. Park your vans. Raise your ladders.…
Untitled
One day sets for the gallows. One day for rests we fear. One shriek to shun all mellows.…
An Interrupted Commute
I live off the Gates Avenue stop on the J train. On the Brooklyn-bound train from Manhattan, I…
The Saviors
She was reminded of words she had recently read in a book, “The sun had given up any…
Resistance and Tansheer
Resistance This is for the girl with the suitcase packed and the ticket bought looking out from a…
The Bulleted Rain of Fire
Their innocent tears un-resurrected their murdered parents. Under the bulleted rain of fire, the vexing orchestra of canons…
What If
Birds chirping, bright sunrays dashing through clear blue skies with the promise of a new day. Void of…
The Scroll
Fingers trembling, she slowly unrolled the ancient document. The parchment was as fragile as it was old. A…
A Collection of Poems
Open Air Cinema in Heliopolis You used to say, mother: “Let me see your face when lit by…
Spikeyhead
Everything I thought I knew about myself is a lie, my name is Shawn Namson, or should I…