Two Poems

The stones are endlessly weeping in the dark. Or is it
the bird-chatter of rain. O darling, are you writing
another poem about trees? No, not trees but ghosts
that live on trees and their legend of never-let-gos.

Iraq, Twenty Years Later

How the militarization of politics continues to destabilize Iraq decades after the U.S.-led invasion.

Father of War

Editors’ note: Some names in this story have been changed to protect confidentiality. My nine-year-old son Jackie first attacked me at the end of a beautiful day, on vacation in a house by a lake. The trip started out hopefully. For the first time in seven months, we’d left the home that had become our […]


In December, around the time that would’ve once been Christmas, the tide brought in car parts, most so waterlogged they were unusable. Whiti almost cried when she found a fully intact fan motor, but the rust damage to the armature was too extreme; it was holding together but she knew it wouldn’t last under stress. […]

A Piece of One’s Past

What does it mean for those living in the diaspora to remain attached to the land they left behind?

The Wind Has Swept Away What the Fire Has Spared

At thirty thousand feet the air is so cold that the least particle of dust sends feather ice tessellating in untraceable series of rachis and barbule over the windscreen, and the men in the jump seats behind the cockpit cross their arms and lean forward, drawing their shearling jackets tighter over their bodies, like skiers […]

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