This is a new, weird stage for me. Lightness: the flowers are not as heavy as before. I don’t see “lo más alla” in the evening walks. I see what I see. A swift, brisk, breeze, a dog and a man walking his dog. There are no attempts to imagine what would have happened… Continue reading Lightness
Category: prose
Small pocket full of Nakbas
My grandmother owns the biggest Nakba in our household. It is a white shaped mass that is tied around her waist; she drags it around absentmindedly, almost effortlessly as if it is a part of her body. My grandmother has been always old to me: her back is hunched and her leg vains stick out… Continue reading Small pocket full of Nakbas
Can Poetry survive this neoliberal era?
It is always about how much you “produce”. You are worthy of what you produce; whether it’s your work, your assets, your “social capital” which is another word for how many followers you have on social media, and your production of who you are. I’m not an expert in Neoliberalism, and I leave greater experts… Continue reading Can Poetry survive this neoliberal era?
Palestinian-Castillan artistic fusion
Last week, Terez Sulieman’s official Facebook page posted a short, low-quality video with a high-quality content. The video features the Palestinian artist Terez Sulieman and the artist Sofia Adriana Portugal, performing an Arabic-Spanish fusion folk song on a boat cruising the Nile river in Egypt. The two singers compete with each other: each singing a… Continue reading Palestinian-Castillan artistic fusion
Dread-full Questions
How long can I delay my happiness in the shape of summer rains? Five birds forming an arrow fly against the clouds. Will I ever know the peace of mind? What’s the use of all these dreams If I can’t have tranquility? How can I shake the questions that dwell in… Continue reading Dread-full Questions
Train fragment
The train smells of feet and tuna salad. I sit in the left aisle seat. I look at humans around me; each plunged in the world that their phone or laptop has to offer. Except for the shining, bright hazel eyes in front of me. Dressed in black, he sits in the opposite seat four… Continue reading Train fragment
Where to submit your next writing piece?
Have you written many poems and short stories and you can’t find where to publish them? Have you translated interesting stories, why not share it with others? Here’s some platforms and journals that are looking for you: Indiana Review is accepting submission until the 31st of March. They accept poems, short stories, translations and visual… Continue reading Where to submit your next writing piece?
“It Must Be Heaven” is a brave man quest for home
After watching It Must Be Heaven by Elia Sulieman, one can say many things about the movie, its message and the reason why the scenes are organized that way. We can agree and disagree in our opinions and answers, but one thing every person who watched this film will probably agree upon: it makes you… Continue reading “It Must Be Heaven” is a brave man quest for home
the dragon fragment
In my dream I played chess with a dragon. I can’t remember who won, but the dragon was nice, but then he got angry (I think maybe because he lost the match?) and he went on a rage, so we had to reconcile with each other and talk again. It has always been the… Continue reading the dragon fragment
That weird running incident
Running has always been a source of pleasure Racing the wind, releasing the mind Feeling the strong muscles move under my control Until that day when it all stopped: I was running at the beach, where a military base lies nearby And to practice they run in groups With guns slouching at their sides … Continue reading That weird running incident
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