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a poem about the cease fire May 2021

Arabic after English (Italian will be added soon) Something I wrote tonight: the ceasefire came into effect a few days ago. the panic attacks did not cease with the ceasefire. the dangerous signs my body has been insistently sending me did not cease with the ceasefire. ——————— I am told by friends with good intentions:Continue reading “a poem about the cease fire May 2021”

walking through the hell of memory

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.  Continue reading “walking through the hell of memory”

The cartography of my body

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 theContinue reading “The cartography of my body”

Fragments of a soul – شظايا روح

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 moreContinue reading “Fragments of a soul – شظايا روح”

my dancing leg – poem by Ahmed Maswadeh

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 IContinue reading “my dancing leg – poem by Ahmed Maswadeh”

when you become a third-person narrative

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 brainContinue reading “when you become a third-person narrative”

Mama, you will always be home

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 wheelchairsContinue reading “Mama, you will always be home”

inspiration among artists

Adi Liraz is a Berlin-based multi and interdisciplinary artist I’ve been friends with on Facebook for quite some time. Recently, two specific works of her caught my eye. The first one was just around the Burkini ban. Around that time, out of rage, I wrote a poem by the title “Stop Policing My Body.” ShortlyContinue reading “inspiration among artists”