A Strand of Hair Curled Like a Nautilus on a Page of Rumi
When lifted, it surrenders like a whirling dervish …
The queen is supposed to have an escort.
What are we supposed to do tonight— fancy, wondering. I wanted to see the kind of crazy we celebrate. For the time we’re here locked up like pretty …
The Fruit Flies
It is time to disclose the truth. How they descended on my desk and typed a letter that made very little sense, a logic that matched their size and…
The North Sky
almost green / not quite purple / pissed-off grey looks ripe / remember this early a.m. / the billiard games with a few Millenials / voiced…
Dis/Arming
oh no! / not this questioning acquaintance again / why unwed / why no children / in front of hers you accuse her of being a…
The Maid’s Story
I’m a maid in this hotel, but in my country, like most women, I helped prepare the dead for burial, and I know bodies have their own light that…
A Prayer for Bana
“When this is over I will go home and sleep forever” —Ammar Al-Selmo We pray for…
Grandmother
Everything surprises me: that she called for me, that I am here. What we failed at in life is done. Now she lets me grab her shoulder, …