Category: out of my collection

Though, sometime,I must have fallen in love,which took more roomthan contemplating death,and the…

                               I feed on what desire grows                               in its own…

Four days of avoiding the girl who wanted to tell me why she didn’t really belong in this ward. Four…

“Who will touch me in the middle of this war.” – Zaina Alsous, from “On Longing,” A…

My bruise returns to chat no matter how hard I try to leave illness out of this, which is what’s…

In a high school history class, white children raised their eyebrows when I raised my voice. I don’t…

                                               let us be brave—                                    …

“Who invented me begging / softly to be destroyed” – Zaina Alsous, from ““Arab Making”,”…

My grief in a strange pond              a funeral birth,                           a silver…

And, I understand, God and the ancestors are still watching when I touch myself.

— Zaina Alsous,…