Poetry
by March Abuyuan-Llanes
My hair is wet and wrapped in your old t-shirt when I rinse these stalks of saluyot in my hand. Wet when I pick at each leaf between my thumb and ...read the full piece >>Poetry
by Madina Tuhbatullina
I am the kind above the plaster churches. We happen to share this sentence. I pretend every sound is a letter, cluster your freckles and thread the ...read the full piece >>Poetry
by Ibrahim Oladeji Tijani
When the sun lies down, stars and the moon thread their light — woven nets cast above and below us. At dawn, we wear the skin of angels, feet hover ...read the full piece >>Poetry
by Marlena Maduro Baraf
no onion no garlic no potato or tomato, no microwave no preambles and follow ups no gracefully replicating nouns and vowels, nouns vowels and nouns ...read the full piece >>Poetry
by Nawel Abdallah
If only she could love more as if the war had never broken her heart. If only she could read May Ziadeh and Ghassan Kanafani for hours under the sun, ...read the full piece >>Poetry
by Anke Laufer
the sea-bleached skull of a sheep, perfectly preserved a wealth of tiny striped snail shells from the dunes of Léana, an enamel jug, rusted, in which ...read the full piece >>Poetry
by Jesimiel Williams
I cannot speak her language, my mother, Yet it calls to me, distorted to my hearing. I answer with a borrowed tongue, born of subservience, Patched ...read the full piece >>Supported by:
