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...
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...
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?...
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....
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...
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...
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...
Dear readers, Welcome! Our team is thrilled to share our Spring 2024 Contest issue with you. This is my third year as a member of phoebe — I first joined as a fiction reader, then as Managing...
2024 Spring Fiction Contest Winner Idaho Wolves by Kath Richards 2024 Spring Nonfiction Contest Winner The Lyric Ear by Megan J. Arlett 2024 Spring Poetry Contest Winner self-portrait with three...
caroline ganci patterson half of the story i was telling had a moral about perversion, but i leave that part out for the saccharine tongue lickers. i say to my mother, the price of gas on the...
