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. »

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 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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They vanished

like our palm trees.

Ancient open windows

and old dreams.

The city forgot their names

while they held its memory

in their soul

like a candle

...

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We have a modest tradition

of hospitality.

Our Arabian coffee

doesn’t need sugar

or cardamom

to be tasty or delightful

just like the smile

we serve

to those...

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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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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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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 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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Our cotton

didn’t take the sun’s side

anymore.

The wrung-out sweat

was not injected inside us

as if a shiver of a poem’s smoke.

We are the shaved-off sugar top

And the...

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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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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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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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