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. »

There is a holy spot

bher eyes

where angels burn their feathers

And lose their faith.

Do not blame me.

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Unlike in Shakespeare’s verse,

I felt the summer day.

The sun burned

my nocturnal wings

and the wind tossed me away.

My steps on the milky shore,

my feathers in the sky

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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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My body regularly erupts

and it hurts when it does

but it terrifies me

with its painful time delay.

My legs don’t tremble

my back doesn’t groan,

and I don’t distort my...

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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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The frozen water

in my eyes,

which was scratched

by a cat of time

is changing the spring

I desire,

my vinegary dreams,

and the songs that love me

into a one-...

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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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I cannot recognize myself

If I don’t wear me.

Faces are deceiving

without their masks,

like that bleeding

white gulf.

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Distances are empty

between us.

Prayers are love,

and when I get drunk

by desire

I forget from which amulet

I wrote myself

using its bloody saffron

and which I...

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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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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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It is my right

to love as she wants it,

to get ripped by desire

when her necklace scatters

the tears of pearls.

It is a riot,

and it is my right

to love and die

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