sweep the stairs
begin from the third floor,
descend all the way to the
ground floor.
sweep.
sound.
silence.
Poem.
monotonous movement of the arms.
moving backward
downward.
descend.
now the water.
a whole bucketful of –
clear water.
now climb again to –
the third floor.
and begin all over –
again.
mop
descend
backward
downward.
sound
silence
Poem.
make up a poem
on the way –
spiralling
downward.
backward.
(c) khulud, 17 November 2013
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a Palestinian feminist writer, born to a Slovak mother and a Palestinian father. Growing up in two countries and between two cultures, my identity is composed of both, and my multicultural background affects my writing. I write fiction, poetry and non-fiction fragments. My first novel, “Haifa Fragments,” was published in 2015 by Spinifex Press (Australia), New Internationalist (UK), and translated into Italian and Turkish. I hold a Master’s degree in English Literature from the University of Haifa. In my fiction, poetry, as well as non-fiction, I deal with political and social issues such as identity, belonging, racism and discrimination, art as political resistance, hard-core social taboos in the Palestinian society, and issues affecting women and the LGBTQI community, all from a feminist perspective. I’m a member of the radical feminist collective Isha L’Isha – Haifa Feminist Center, and live with my daughter in Haifa.
website: khuludkhamis.com
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