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Backwards & Persian Rug
Backwards Let history begin here: With the house standing tall from leveled ground. Before my parents are my…
Bab Touma & Others
Bab Touma Bab Touma: fragments of an old hymn catch in the night— the jasmine branches are dried…
Bumper Cars
For the first timein a long timeI hear my teenage daughter’slaughterand it send me pinwheelingback across the slick…
Perpetual last words
— “Where should the trees sleep after the last breath of air?” — Mahmoud Darwish I By…
Another morning without you & The Eyes of Eternity
Another morning without you The night is cold and blank,sleepless eyes resist,torn open like a lover’s letter,after a…
Self-Portrait in Diaspora
What befalls language after I forsake it?War never ceases writing the poemwhile my presence means nothing andmy departure…
On Sleeplessness and Pre-Dawn Ecstasies
In the liminal hours,when the stars have dulled or disappeared,the sky with its arms of milky whitereaches for…
One in the Same
the cloud bank stacked until infinity:heavenabove which the sun still shonehigh and bright and yellowred blue green and…
a harvest since passed
we walkedthe cotton fields of the deltathe nile glistened like a mirrorwe will never be under cotton sheetsin…
Bloody Rozana
for Amal Kaawash ‘Everyone is with their beloved and my beloved has gone. Oh lord, may the breeze…