The masks were white—not clean, but dead,like wilted lilies left too long in water,faces frozen mid-lie,grinning with teeth that never knew warmth. They surrounded me—and…

I am stuck between four walls. A room with white walls and nothing else. It resembles what Susan Abul Hawa described in her book ‘A…

لا قصيدة تستطيع انتزاعي من بين أحضانك أن تبعد يدي عنك أن تنتزعني من عالمك لأجعلها لأكتبها …لألدها كيف تنافسك قصيدة؟ كيف تنتزع منك الدفء…

I. 1 This is a place where now is an eternity. 2 This is a place where one waits because, certainly,3 A place where everything…

He said it takes two to tango,But left her spinning in a storm of her own steps. She began with the opening walk—Slow, deliberate.Her body…

She lit every roomwith oil and bone,hung her ribs like chandeliers,invited him to kneelin the cathedralbuilt from her wounds. Her voice echoed,like wind through crypts,soft,…