walking through the hell of memory I won’t be tied down by – memory of your ugly acts. My body won’t be wrecked just because you – desecrated it violated it damaged it. All these wounds of mine – they are mine to claim. I will make beautiful art with them. … Read More walking through the hell of memory
Come, don’t be afraid Take a closer look At my body. Can you see the map? I’ve mapped out the battlefield, Especially for you. All the wars fought on it. To the North – the ruptured country To the East – the desert of pain To the South – the river of blood To the… Read More The cartography of my body
This is a rough translation of an attempt to write a poem in Arabic. The poem has obviously been lost in translation, but still, I wanted to share this with you. I’ll be writing on this in English in the coming period, and probably will use this rough translation as a basis for something more… Read More Fragments of a soul – شظايا روح
How do you know if a #poem is “good”? the most important element of any poem is whether it succeeded in moving me as a reader and evoking an emotional response in me. The following is a poem written by my dearest friend, Ahmed Maswadeh. I don’t usually share the work of others here, but this time I… Read More my dancing leg – poem by Ahmed Maswadeh
my close friends know that when i completely run out of words, that’s when the poetry flows out of my soul on its own. but right now, even poetry is failing me. All i have is one line, words that are swimming in my mind in an endless loop, hitting the walls of my brain… Read More when you become a third-person narrative
I wrote the War is not my Language الحربُ ليست لُغتي poem on 19 July 2014, during the military attack on Gaza, accompanied by a small photography project. Today, I decided to make my first attempt at spoken word, recorded it and uploaded it to Soundcloud. You can listen to it here: War is not my… Read More War is not my Language – الحربُ ليست لُغتي
I wrote this poem two days after my friend, Ahmed, who was protesting non-violently in Al Quds (I had his live-stream where I could hear him shouting “We are non-violent” both in English and Hebrew). In another live-stream, he tried to get inside Al Maqased hospital to donate blood, and in return, he got a… Read More calling Jerusalem Haifa Amman
a poem I wrote in August 2016, to which I added now a visual element If you enjoy my writing, please consider supporting my work: www.patreon.com/khulud_khamis
I watch her eyes as she watches the news. I watch the fear almost spilling out. Behind the glass windows – A horror movie. A helpless ninety year old woman – Beaten in her bed. Wheelchairs parked in the middle of the night – In the corridor. Slumping wrinkled bodies sleeping – In the wheelchairs… Read More Mama, you will always be home
one day, we might meet – soul to soul, not this – eyes to screen. until then, my spirit is aching for – solitude. (c) khulud khamis | 2017 If you enjoy my writing, please consider supporting my work on Patreon: https://www.patreon.com/khulud_khamis
