Poetry | شعر

1. Dreaming in Arabic, flying red clouds hang over the high Chouf village. A young boy dresses early by lamp…

How presumptuous – this love. Waiting at the edge of my sanity. Confident in its future. Secure in the belief…

I am soaked in you, Like an old white rag drenched in murky waters. I wring myself, Hoping to watch…

Sewage fills the air even in the early hours of birdsthe donkey’s whipped ass crosses a red lighthow can we…

I Am Cupid’s daughter. Mistake and design begot me. Under the silver sun, I brush away my identity. A few…

I would have exhumed you with my fingernails And reclaimed my childhood from your finitude. But nature never mourned you…

Maqam Bayati = Fortune I walk the hills of Kouravillage after village the winter rain directs me;I walk the remnants…

I am found hidden, snug among the truffles                        …

Kaleidoscope walls of melted mascara and pockmarked acne scars on breeze blocks a cultural cathedral a cant of the underground…