Arts
Lostin deserts I do not know,the water has sunk,and I search for it. I keep company with a dogwho eats the soil of its land,never abandoning itdespite thirstand sorrow. I waitfor whoever comes behind the mirage,and wonder—what is itthat the crow circles? Its most precious possessionis watermixed with earth. If you want a drink,you must […]
Arts
In the middle of the desert, there is a train that goes nowhere. “Tickets please!”, says the young woman with the eyes of an old lady. She guards the entrance to the wagon, which is said to be haunted. I gaze down to the hem of her skirt, the intricate embroidery as red as her […]
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This piece is published in collaboration with Widjan, a Beirut based literary magazine of prose by Arabs When she opened her eyes, all she could see in front of her was grey – the sky was vacant, the greenery that once surrounded the city, now turned to ash; all she could hear was the high-pitched […]
Arts
Why haven’t they arrived yet? I’m interested in listening to their story. Learning about their journey. Are they busy working on a new manuscript? Is the “writer” a novelist or a biographer? A playwright or a poet? It wouldn’t be good news if it’s the latter. I cannot endure a poet’s overinflated ego. Occasionally, I […]
Lostin deserts I do not know,the water has sunk,and I search for it. I keep company with a dogwho eats the soil of its land,never abandoning itdespite thirstand sorrow. I waitfor whoever comes behind the mirage,and wonder—what is itthat the crow circles? Its most precious possessionis watermixed with earth. If you want a drink,you must […]
In the middle of the desert, there is a train that goes nowhere. “Tickets please!”, says the young woman with the eyes of an old lady. She guards the entrance to the wagon, which is said to be haunted. I gaze down to the hem of her skirt, the intricate embroidery as red as her […]
This piece is published in collaboration with Widjan, a Beirut based literary magazine of prose by Arabs When she opened her eyes, all she could see in front of her was grey – the sky was vacant, the greenery that once surrounded the city, now turned to ash; all she could hear was the high-pitched […]
Why haven’t they arrived yet? I’m interested in listening to their story. Learning about their journey. Are they busy working on a new manuscript? Is the “writer” a novelist or a biographer? A playwright or a poet? It wouldn’t be good news if it’s the latter. I cannot endure a poet’s overinflated ego. Occasionally, I […]
The black market circuit of circulation between these anonymized users betray a paranoia not on the part of the prisoners in the video—who seem quite jolly, all things considered—but on the part of those users watching
I cannot recall, today, when exactly I began to wake up on the moon. I’m sure I wrote it off as a dream the first few times it happened and hastened back to sleep. Eventually the regularity of the occurrence, as well as a dash of insomnia, had me examine my surroundings. I would awaken […]
When they ask what radicalised me, Tell them humanity never found its way and its still lost escaping the blame and pointless political charades When they ask what radicalised me, When they blamed the bullet for firing, the kid being in the line of fire and the bullet not getting out of his way, Never […]
Not a day goes by that I do not think about the transparent man who lived on my roof. I hesitate to share my experience as I have no insight, proof, or lesson to offer, yet for some reason I feel compelled to do so. I’ve always been a night-person. In Amman the night always […]
As addiction to computers, electronics, handheld mobile phones, tablets of various types, and novel drugs began to reach heights previously unforeseen, human interaction began to suffer. That is to say, as the world collectively went down the shitter, accompanied by choruses of “wow, things are really getting worse, huh,” humans retreated and receded away from […]
It was quite by accident that the Cloudwalker came to be. It was leaves and dust and sap and all the little things which cause sniffles and dirty glass moved together through wind and time; carried by the currents of the air and transported to the rolling snow fields of the clouds. Clouds, like smoke, […]
