Poetry | شعر

Before you had a name, when you were skin stitched to bone and a pulsing box in the center of…

I curl my toes under my thighbones,begging my own body for some warmth.My trembling toes are colder than the waterthat…

When you tell me that your father died last week, you wrap it in between a Merry Christmas, and apologies…

I am not going to leave you seam is thus created blood transcription the scalpel dormant within a reed instrument…

For Hera, For Baba   The child falls asleepto the sound of the newsin Arabicin Aramaic.Prime minister decided tofuckon your…

To the land of cemeteries We went, Under rain Dispatching Rainbows that end abruptly. Led by a body charioted by…

A woman, who was mentally disturbed, walked past me today muttering.   She said (I think to me),   “Fuck…

We communists are dead men on leave. Eugene Leviné The clutter-smog of the desert-sky gallops And this sadness: mountains of…

You’ve seen it on TV, heard it on the newsAbout the long, white-faced black-eyed killerProwling Philly alleys in black van…

It means a walk with Nauf up a carpet like new-mowed grassjeweled by flood lights to swathes of sapphire, emerald,ruby…