Places

Qateef, Saudi Arabia

Contributors: Raed Al-Jishi
Qateef, Saudi Arabia

« The Qateef settlement dates back to approximately 3500 B.C. and is well known for its traditional markets (suqs), such as its Fish Market. »

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...

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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...

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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...

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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...
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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...

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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...

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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

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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...

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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....

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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...

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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...

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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...

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