“Too Young to Spell Death”: Three poems by Hala al-Khatib
Speaking to his
family through the sky, he
wonders: did I not bury
them in a grave, how did
they go up?
“No Sugar in the City”: Three poems by Hind Jouda
Oh world, it is an evening of hunger
not necessarily in my stomach
and not a hunger for the bread that you eliminate for a diet!
Not a hunger for the miserable aid you sent in containers for my children,
I stood at the crossroad of rifles, and it did not arrive!
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"[The day begged for a single laugh],” Nasser Rabah
When ordinary people
wore military clothes, and the military wore the
uniforms of politicians, and the politicians wore the
uniforms of jurists, and the jurists became caliphs and
sold ordinary people certificates of paradise…