Gawad Elakkad Translated from the Arabic by Hazem Jamjoum & lisa minerva luxx Your fingers plunge into my palm swaying like gazelles in the forest of the mind I dream of them a...
Omar Khoury I pressed my nose upon my mother’s sleeve, the incense nestled within it, both welcoming and overwhelming. Her hair whips thin, their curls like cresting waves crashing upon themselves....
Yahia Lababidi Where were you during the apocalypse on the other side of the world? Did you pause to observe a moment of silence? Did the extermination of the other half interrupt your sleep?...
Mohammed Abu Lebda One sets traps for doves, Aged at the thresholds of emptiness, Or bakes time slowly on a flame, For patience to ripen within. Amidst war’s chaos, Love transforms into a...
Fatihah Quadri When a country hates another country, the children suffer everyday from the sun. A house falls and the dream shatters to the ground. The first thing my mother taught me about...
Raya Tuffaha And what if I damn you? If I write the explosion in stageable italics, if I poeticize and profit-size and donate and educate, what if I learn your language and boundaries, then what?...
Mandy Shunnarah Nobody ever asks who baked the bread, coaxed the yeast & flour with alchemy, or beckoned its rise with knuckles & patience. Nobody asks who smoked the fish, much...
Nadine Channaoui just like that thirty-five thousand gone demolished killed starved diseased one thousand for each year i have circled the sun another thousand for the circle my daughter has made...
Majida Halaweh to you who look at me with pity in your eyes: i know your love for me makes you ask how i am but it does not extend beyond that. i know you sit around lamenting my...
p. hodges adams 2024 Poetry Spring Contest Winner the first hand had square knuckles, like a boy; the second hand could hold a teacup neatly; the third hand was furious. i’m getting ahead of...
