“The first time I’ve learned that womanhood is a beast / was the first time I learned it is also a desperate unanswered prayer.”
Read More“I know this sounds crazy but / Empty spaces never made me feel lonely.”
Read More"in Arabic / everything sounds like the last words / anyone would say / before being lost at sea"
Read MoreIn her poem, Fatema A. Jalil displays a storyline that is weaved into the reality of our societies. She employs imagery and plays around with the formation of “shame” to serve the purpose of her message.
Read MoreDana Al Rashid's work reads like a premodern poem, a feat cultivated by its images, language, and rhyme scheme. Dotted with lessons and honesty, her poem seamlessly epitomizes the uncertainties of being alive.
Read MoreBasant Said’s Away From Here reads like a beautiful classical poem, an essential reading, much like the work of Frank O'Hara or Mary Oliver. In her lyric, Said offers a whisper of hope, a glimmer of warmth.
Read MoreIman Alzaghari's 'Mama' is a celebration of a mother's love, especially in its quiet manifestations. Exploring sustenance, community, and care, her poem feels like basking in the warmth of an embrace.
Read MoreLara AlThukair sends letters to the moon that go unanswered. In her multilingual poem, she encapsulates her feelings of agony and desperation. Where is the Moon? Who is it? Why isn't she responding?
Read MoreHeartbreaking, careful, and a loving ode to our mothers, Rasha AlKhateeb's poem captures the seeming universality of motherhood.
Read More“And God, God— / I am the worst liar. I do not want transcendence, / Only the small importance of long lessons.”
Read More"Who am I if not peeling my skin, dying in the streets, giving birth to shells / and broken homes who still quietly live with each other."
Read More"Happy Birthday - Sana Helwa" reflects on family, mortality, and loss. It is a gentle call of prayer for joy and wellness to those we will leave behind as time continues to drift forward.
Read More“my foggy brain reminds me: / everything is transient; i am forever”
Read More“Can I tell you I found myself and I don’t know if I lost you in the process? Can I tell you this blossoming is staring devastation in the face and glaring at the loss?/ Do I have to lose you?”
Read MoreThe poet talks of being a young man, a young poet in a Beirut under siege,
Of how words were a sort of resistance, then.
I think we have too many words and not nearly enough resistance.
Read MoreI have bled too many times for my brown-ness
have hidden behind too many I’m Americans
have hated myself too often for hating my ancestors
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