He’s wearing two watches, one set to the local time in New York, the other in Gaza. In a café with friends, waiting for his tea at the round table, and whenever his eyes fall on the dial of the Gaza watch, he can see the kids of his Gaza neighborhood running in the alleys,…
Neighbors smuggle the sun through tunnels beneath the houses. The smoke of bombs dropped from the F-16s has covered the city’s sky.
At my first history class, the only students attending are the future, the present, and the past. As I step in, the future gets ready to leave, while the past straddles the present, handcuffing it, severing its hamstrings, and dyeing its clothes gray.
She did not play horsey on the hardwood floor. She did not neigh, nor did she whinny. She had some things she wanted to write down: something about her father and his guns and his alcohol and her trite love for him that never got to pale in comparison to the blooming chest-fire she would…
Don’t let me end up a mural on Bryant St. Sound of a cheap lighter heating a joint. Hiss like deep inhale from a fresh joint, large worries can be made small with a mouth. Large worries made small in Sunday’s mouth: aunties’ lips while they sing, victory is mine I dream and sing, victory,…
The Germans have a word for you—schnappsidee—an idea fueled by margaritas or shots of tequila or bottles of vino bianco or rosso, you know the ideas that maybe involve a road trip to Miami or California and you wake up in a parking lot in Mississippi or Delray Beach with a dead french fry stuck…
As a child, I hid to read your waves, nothing can lie in water. I wanted to peek through your wreckages, wrap your wind around my breath, I wanted to keep your sand, shells, and all your shores. The water’s reflection slowly peeled fear from my skin, women sang to the ships as if the…
We think we can find the beginning, the origin, the genesis. We look everywhere, the nativity is nowhere, Jesus is absent. The land is lost, it doesn’t speak these languages. The sea keeps its own history. We keep our own images of our bible, our Terra Santa. When you came you found what’s modern, what’s…
I figured if I studied enough, life would make sense so I skipped the games and the girls, ate lunch in a hurry and spent the afternoons in the library. On Saturday nights when everyone was out gunning their engines, I camped alone at the beach listening to the lap of waves and the chittering…
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