August 2018

  the high the way   Dust through my eyelashes, fluffed out pollen California ride the coastline up down a…

A balcony Four chairs My mother, brother, and I sat With the Tante Fathiyye of my childhood At a scraped…

  Tout omnia tutto todo   I’ve dabbled in it all Enough to make this mustache remarkable— believable Enough to…

For Fadwa Suleiman   While the same rain fell on suburbs of exile and motherless children,   whose courage was…

       We sat together during recess      Purple nails laughing on the piste      of your knee, a lifespan of wild…