Volcanic Vigils
My father went whole and alone before / I carried the parts of my mother
Queer Visions: Capturing Life and Identity in Palestine
I don’t seek safety from police or other state authorities as a queer Palestinian man. Instead, I negotiate my existence in my own community and society. I am an expert on my people, I come from them, and that, no one can underestimate.
Good Mourning Palestine
Gooood Mourning Pa-les-tiiiiiiiiiine! Hey, this is not a test, this is rocks and stones. Time to rock it from Masaffer Yata to Jerusalem. Is that me or does that sound like a Mahmoud Darwish poem?
ekphrastic under a bombed-out sky
I can’t abide happy art, not when the air hanging over my people is smoke-dusted, bomb-clouded, gray with phosphorus & miasmic with rot.
A Funeral Within My Soul
Think of how I dodged death before,/ but death is a persistent player/ never losing in hide-and-seek.
On Ending Our Unofficial Hiatus, & Affirming Our Humanity
Today, we resume Flash Fridays after a nearly four month hiatus. We reject our previous shame, and affirm our humanity as witnesses.