On this walk
Around my house
In Amman
Everything
Reminds me of death.
After hours of scrolling past images and footage of blood and destruction and death
Everything
Reminds me of death.
The naked November trees,
The gray structure of …
Since 1968
On this walk
Around my house
In Amman
Everything
Reminds me of death.
After hours of scrolling past images and footage of blood and destruction and death
Everything
Reminds me of death.
The naked November trees,
The gray structure of …
Once upon a time, the holy land would sing sweet melodies under the soothing heat of
the sky’s golden disk – signaling the start of this near-sacred season
They ask you about the harvest –
Al-Hasaad –
A word this …
Ingredients:
My father worries I’ll be captured
on photo1 or video and remembered fondly2
by a state3 or drones or the collection of generals and agents4
who can and who may one day seek to snatch me…
I wasn’t there
when my grandparents
were shuffled, guns to their backs,
into a catastrophe they wouldn’t see the end of.
I wasn’t there
when my father held
a handgun to his temple & pulled
the trigger, loosing …
The Land was Eden, and I was Eve
And the forbidden fruit hung there,
like a seductive sin
a godless crime
and an unforgivable wish
I heard the snake hissing in my ear,
“Leave,
Go and live
a better life.”…