Dark
Light
Laid Off
I reported to a place about ten miles from the main campus for two or three weeks of…
Sound at the Sliding Doors
1.The ED doors slide open:You’re inside bandaging a wing.Discussing outside’s snow angel templates.Dreaming of sleep and your own…
Beirut on Acid, trip I
She isn’t a city, she’s a heartbeat—restless, erratic, impossible to silence.skies ripple, their tides like memory,streets thrum with…
Youssef ElNahas
Finding Thomas Bartlett Finding Thomas Bartlett is a publication that blends fiction and historical fact to create…
Where Ruin Becomes Form: A Poetics of Fragment and Survival
While reading Against Forgetting, Carolyn Forché’s anthology of twentieth-century poetry written in the shadow of war, repression, and…
Essay two: Excelling as Defiance: The Early Life of Doria Shafik
I began my journey into the life of Dr. Doria Shafik more than three years ago. Throughout these…
Where I Belong
Sunset gleamed off the Atlantic Ocean, blazing the crest of every wave. Late, and the Florida beach…
A Mother’s Prayer for Peace
I watch you sleep in the wee hoursdark hair across your foreheadblack lashes fluttering at something I can’t…
Not the Same Day
She who holds the ink of night till dawn can read between the liesthe lip of morningand the…
A Sufi on the Path to God
One sorrow extends; another moors itself,folded into sombre-filled nights.Walled in by absence, we seewhat eyes—misled by intuition—miss.Displaced to…