I still feel you like a wound in my throat It is probably a lump A distraction A list of all the things I would explain to you if it would ever matter. Because it doesn’t, this is just a lump. I am sick with a sadness that feels like grief for something I hadn’t… Continue reading On the things you cannot change
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On modernism
My family fights against the hell in the afterlife While throwing kindling on what we’ve built here
Coming and Going in Athens
I just returned from a week long adventure with some babes to Greece! Namely we stayed in Athens and visited a few islands, and this will be brief, but there were some major convenience highlights for me that I think anyone traveling to Athens should know about. I’d like to post again about this trip,… Continue reading Coming and Going in Athens
Traveling young and unstoppable
It’s booked! My September girls’ getaway is booked and I am anxiously awaiting the day we arrive to our little rented apartment in Athens until reality calls us back. Planning this trip has also made me look back through my other travel experiences and made me realize that this is what I know, this is… Continue reading Traveling young and unstoppable
On the here and now
I am the river and you are the bed.do not be fooled you do not cushion my currents, you are just jagged rocks pinching the nerve in my spine.I tell the doctors and the vertebrae that I am all curves and cut veins from pressure, the heavy weight of woman sitting on my chest and pushing down… Continue reading On the here and now
On the call
the adventure that calls to my bones is in the air i breathe; it calls from no one place but thrills my blood when I inhale, laced into my lungs is the quickened footstep of one out to find it, I am all caught breath and discovery waiting to turn the final corner.
On wholeness
Arabs have lots of sayings and traditions based around keeping evil away, lots of sayings to prolong the good and shun off catastrophe, illness, or the evil eye of your neighbor’s envy. B'eed alshar ‘anak basically translates to “may this evil always be far from you” and is tagged onto the end of any conversation… Continue reading On wholeness
On the migration
To feel so lost and be so certain that it’s because your home is calling to you, to be from somewhere else and leave long enough to not understand that place anymore, that is the migration.I came home last week to find that the call vibrating in my bones is not calling me to this… Continue reading On the migration
Five Days in Jordan
My family is unmovable, and coming home shows that it is my people that are their own force. I hadn’t realized how much of myself I’d forgotten by taking my family for granted, and to be completely honest I hadn’t realized the full extent of which I was taking those people for granted.Amman teems with… Continue reading Five Days in Jordan
On summer and the waking hours
mornings awake i found myself writing letters in the air, under my breath telling my secrets to the ghosts from last year.waiting for sunlight i’d pass the missing hours,pointing to the ceiling and with my fingerdrawing skylines and inescapable towers. this time last year I was sleeping in Kusadasi,and the year before that it was Venice.Back… Continue reading On summer and the waking hours
Garbanzo Bae 