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Lebanon
I heard of a place so far awaywhich I may never knowwith girls like me of hair like…
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…