We moved to the city blocks To cut back the wild just enough, We trimmed it back, killed all its lively-like stuff. We moved to utopia and cut it into squares, We sucked down its rivers; Molded the mountains into mall stairs. We cut the valleys and hills into yours and mine, We raked down… Continue reading On civility
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
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.
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
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
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
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