October 28, 2023
The Bringers of Violence
Again, Fanon’s words come to mind: “The town belonging to the colonized people . . . the native town, the Negro village, the medina, the reservation, is a place of ill fame, peopled by men of evil repute. They are born there, it matters little where or how; they die there, it matters not where, nor how.”
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May 29, 2025
Tunisian Afterglows, Chronic Collision
While omniscience is often equated with divinity, to forget is to be human—it is to die a human death. Remembering, then, works to resist the natural course of decay and extinction. We excavate our mind like we fumble in a wild garden; we scratch underneath family stories, tales, poems, books. To remember is to take an unknown journey and sometimes we come across special objects.
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May 22, 2025
Four Poems
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.
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
