Poetry | شعر

on june 12th at last call, there was a massacre. do I know anyone in orlando? as I read the…

Every time I go back I take a sprig of lavender. Tuck it into the folds of encircled heartbeats, sun-dry…

for Marilyn Hacker   Outside, the clouds part and a cold sun silvers the sea. Inside, as butterflies and swimming…

Much as I wish to write only poemsin which tall trees standfor the lungs of the world and the moonrises…

  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…

my mother thinks trump is the dajjal  calls the non-arab men in my life “international”   she does not understand…