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 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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When the distance to stillness

becomes a ticket for the passenger

and there is no other trip,

the port of transfiguration

is caught in

desertification.

Sound waves

...

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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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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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Their identikits are a mystery.

I couldn’t recognize them

by the reflection

of the wind

Nor by the sensors

On my blind stick.

They walked by me

with sympathy.

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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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I drink

the low-fat morning death.

I begin it by eating dates.

How many times did

the dates immigrate us?

How many times did death strip

the conscience of silence...

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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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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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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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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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