May 22, 2025
Four Poems
by Dalia Taha
Protect the head, where the algae grow, and the sun screams from the summit. The head that has stared for centuries into the sea as it closed its eyelids, and never blinked.
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May 16, 2025
The Thinker
We are flesh measured in kilograms, my Palestinian colleague says in desperation But you are a thinker not a doer So you do nothing
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April 25, 2025
On Parallel Time
by Walid Daqqa
We are a part of history, and history—as it is well known—is a condition and an action in the past. Except us: we are a past continuous and neverending. We address you all from it presently, so that it does not become your future.
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