The language of love
is spontaneous,like me,
like a painting of a child.
I used to draw my house
on the left side of the paper.
My house was so small,
neither doors nor...
A virtual route of creative and cultural exchange
Places
Qateef, Saudi Arabia
Contributors: Raed Al-Jishi
« The Qateef settlement dates back to approximately 3500 B.C. and is well known for its traditional markets (suqs), such as its Fish Market. »
|
media_text
|
I am gambling in the Beirut night. I need two numbers melded together. I never asked any dice about its color, where it was made, or about its birthday in... media_text
|
Since the night of shooting stars, the night of travail, the call to prayer calms me. Some people chant, “Hale Loya.” It was the last supper and the birth of a certain death. My... media_text
|
|
I have seen gulls,
in holy visions,
hover and invent
the sound of horses.
I have seen them
give alms to rats
hungry for crumbs of bread,
crucified on the altar.
I have seen them
flap their wings and swallow
common...
media_text
|
I am a Tuareg child. My blue turban drowns me in the waves of sadness, then expels me like seeds of ivory. O! great Tin Hinan, your brave knight lost his way among... media_text
|
An autistic girl searching for the spring between the black clouds— her braids are made from a shining rose branch. Her dreams are made from a shining rose. But who... media_text
|
|
If the core of rising Is the core of kneeling, where will I direct and to what will I surrender my eyes? From the collection Bleeding Gull: Look Feel Fly media_text
|
And I see peasants singing along the milky road alongside a bull that didn’t know what a plow looks like. And beggars, desert sharpeners like a flock of cheating... media_text
|
Like a dervish I am flattered by poems, emotions, spitting the coffee in the longing coffee. From the east, the last gate of escape, I looked upon us in the froth.... media_text
|
|
My kid is playing nearby and he stuns me, how he chooses my right breast and sucks my age till it swells. I try to surprise him with my left but he squeezes the nipple... media_text
|
I stand near me Watching that man Come from the land far away. We have the same lisp In our tongue and in our memory. He went through me, And I didn’t notice He stole... media_text
|
In the theater of time crucified on my language, watching the birds falling onto my song, stealing pieces of bread from my melody, what does its meaning Prepare for me... media_text
|
