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Anti-Elegy
After Marci Calabretta For my mother, who came here as a teenager,working twelve-hour days, not because we were…
Lost
As waves pillage the coastal towns,and refugees cling to their roofs,I want my now to ask your thenwhat…
Brick Lane & Umrah in the Anthropocene
Brick Lane I don’t believe in Western psychotherapists: I believe in shopkeepers from the Global South. Hard techno…
In Memory of My Friend M. Al-Hawaj
Our student meals, grilled breasts and coke,while noon withdrew its sweaty fingers.The rounds about the artless townas youth’s…
The Book of Time
Baghdad, 840 A.D. I must inform whoever will stumble upon this manuscript that I have written it with…
To Voyage Up a Memoir
I tell him I’ve been reading Edward Said’s Orientalism to help me ground my bildungs memoir within the…
Gulf of Aqaba & Aubade by the Red Sea
Gulf of Aqaba through coral forest green pink intricatenets of living stone hinged shells filtering mouths glow of…
PIANOS
Renee Sochaux was my favorite student. She really was. When she first came into my schedule, I’d been…
On Judgement Day
I try my best to rejectthe delusion but when I seeyour airports,officers,and road signs,I start to believethe myth…
The Voyagers
for Haley and Sarah In Bangkok, today, is King Bhumibol Adulyadej’s cremation. Remember when we grew up in…