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
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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
on dad and dying
Mortatality only began to haunt me in a way I could see when I was older, when I had someone to care about and I loved my mother again. Until I was 23, I was at best unaware of the desperate war I’d waged against it: I expected my mom to follow my dad into… Continue reading on dad and dying
The Jordan that Makes Me Beat
Heading home in the winter and in my veins there is a singing in the same familiarity that confuses you when your dog knows the car is almost home; I never understood that instinctual compass that made them whine and wiggle and physically not be able to contain their joy at where they’re headed until… Continue reading The Jordan that Makes Me Beat
NSA perks
whenever you’re paranoid about being watched, now it’s true!But think of the possibilities: now when you tell that hilarious joke or find that perfect comeback and no one else is with you, it still didn’t get wasted! Some sweet bored “security” agent somewhere is hopefully chuckling passively about your witty humor, and that’s something the Truman in all… Continue reading NSA perks
On bullying and the loneliness
If there was one thing I could share with everyone, ironically, it would be the perfect simplicity of our sameness. Our common bond of being human, of sometimes being afraid, of sometimes being awful, of always wanting love.Those we ostracize and leave out, sometimes thoughtlessly and sometimes with malice or fear, even those on the… Continue reading On bullying and the loneliness
Garbanzo Bae 