posts-issue5

For Hala I may have had a drink or two.I drank the milk of the moon,I drank the seaBut I…

Midnight city strollsfind me occupying this vacancy,somewhere between aresistance fighter’s wet dreamand a concerned father’s nightmare. In a street decorated…

The salt of the stonesShe is in a universe of wallsA man’s memory in these walls,one with the stone, the…

National Museum of the American Indian Into the museum of our people, I take you by the hand, through the…

I saw youKicking cans along Makdissi StreetTurning right andIn a geometry of anglesHurling epithetsat the walls of the Mayflower Hotel:…