Poetry | شعر

for Marilyn Hacker   Outside, the clouds part and a cold sun silvers the sea. Inside, as butterflies and swimming…

Much as I wish to write only poemsin which tall trees standfor the lungs of the world and the moonrises…

  the high the way   Dust through my eyelashes, fluffed out pollen California ride the coastline up down a…

A balcony Four chairs My mother, brother, and I sat With the Tante Fathiyye of my childhood At a scraped…

  Tout omnia tutto todo   I’ve dabbled in it all Enough to make this mustache remarkable— believable Enough to…

For Fadwa Suleiman   While the same rain fell on suburbs of exile and motherless children,   whose courage was…

       We sat together during recess      Purple nails laughing on the piste      of your knee, a lifespan of wild…

my mother thinks trump is the dajjal  calls the non-arab men in my life “international”   she does not understand…

  For Connor James Nye, 3 months old   You smile at everyone. When lifted, toted, you hold onto shoulder…

TARTEEL((Transliteration of Arabic “ترتيل ,” a chanted hymn or ode)) TO TRANSLATOR   for Alex Foreman Remember November, when Beirut…