The news of death never bring me to tears They stay undressed, waiting to be redeemed. There’s something about the fragility Of life: once so vibrant and once so depressing. As if the rhythms of the evenings falling with the sun And the tilt of the leaves falling from the trees Are in constant need… Continue reading SAD SUNDAY POEM
Category: poetry
last poem
running next to the train tracks leaves no place for fear to follow. chasing other emotions of pleasure, joy and happiness. The breeze of the ocean running in the opposite direction: the lavender leaning in prayer and the sun. That city survived a war. And to bury it underneath, it swallowed molotovs and guns and… Continue reading last poem
NO
The man who was in front of me in line At Aroma cafe said no when the cashier asked him if he wants his receipt And I thought, isn’t he incredible to say NO so easily Without thinking so much of consent, offence and defence? I practiced saying no in my head again and again;… Continue reading NO
obsession with trains
This time, it was heavier than before: the freighted wagons lurched along my body. I never saw my beginning nor my end but I feel connected to my ancestors along the road. We carry the burden together, that’s why we are family, and we live next to the sea, the desert, and up the mountain.… Continue reading obsession with trains
The dwelling of the city
And if I tell you that a war will rage the alleys of our city, Will you shut the window and leave this place? Or will you listen to the breeze rustling the curtains?
Swimming in the Mediterranean at night
Walking southward in Haifa, I saw the Mediterranean sea die. I saw it collapse and lose its vigor: The surface became still and the breaths (the waves of the sea) disappeared. When the sun went down, the skies and the sea were lit by a streak of blue light that infiltrated from heaven. And… Continue reading Swimming in the Mediterranean at night
A poem, came to be
I woke up with a poem in my mouth. The longer it stayed, the more it felt like a lump in my throat that has to see the light, so both of us are saved. image source: http://mythaelogy.tumblr.com/post/140839310796/soymilkish-bridget-h
The Sun Waits for Nadie
how great is the relief to know that the azahar* smells every year like the year before and in between the leaves stay green the sun comes and goes. how great is the relief to live a life where the doormat is tilted on the right and cannot seem to unfold and the light bulb… Continue reading The Sun Waits for Nadie
Sadness
beautiful sadness harmless sadness deep sadness the one that makes the night longer and the anguish interminable the sadness that proves existence and affirms being it’s the one that arrives late and resides for an extra minute or two how distant do the others seem from it and how near do i cling to it.… Continue reading Sadness
the woman and the Carob tree
when you grow up and you realize that things are not as simple as they seem when do you stop? do you stop to admire the willows and the shadow of the thistles? when do you stop in the quest of self-inquiry? when you grow up and you admit to the uncertainty of being- even… Continue reading the woman and the Carob tree
AICHA BINT YUSIF 