Angelou and Basquiat and My Future (Fearless) Babies

Growing up in an immigrant household, I was taught, directly and indirectly, to be afraid of America. Don’t go to the movies — you’ll get raped. Don’t go further than the end of the block — you’ll get kidnapped. Don’t go to

Angelou and Basquiat and My Future (Fearless) Babies

Growing up in an immigrant household, I was taught, directly and indirectly, to be afraid of America. Don’t go to the movies — you’ll get raped. Don’t go further than the end of the block — you’ll get kidnapped. Don’t go to

The Belated: Oscar Grant and Mahmoud Darwish

I added Fruitvale Station to My List on Netflix as soon as it was made available earlier this year. Today, as I sat in my apartment, making soup, reflecting on 2015, feeling some kind of strange newness in the room

The Belated: Oscar Grant and Mahmoud Darwish

I added Fruitvale Station to My List on Netflix as soon as it was made available earlier this year. Today, as I sat in my apartment, making soup, reflecting on 2015, feeling some kind of strange newness in the room

Excerpts from letters to my lovers

Sometimes, when my fire burns, when I love hard, when I feel hard, sometimes my fire blazes and burns the trees around her. That, my love, my sweet sweet love, I am sorry for. I’m going to just assume that

Excerpts from letters to my lovers

Sometimes, when my fire burns, when I love hard, when I feel hard, sometimes my fire blazes and burns the trees around her. That, my love, my sweet sweet love, I am sorry for. I’m going to just assume that

on jasmine and jibben

The first time I smelled jasmine, she completely, utterly enveloped me, surprised me. I am on the blat, the stone flooring of my jido’s house in Jibben. It is 2011 and Tata Um Ali is inside the house, sitting on

on jasmine and jibben

The first time I smelled jasmine, she completely, utterly enveloped me, surprised me. I am on the blat, the stone flooring of my jido’s house in Jibben. It is 2011 and Tata Um Ali is inside the house, sitting on

sacred

We met magical habibi. Together so magical. Genesis. Gods. We lit galaxies with our fingers. We breathed wind with our whispers. Mud was your bedsheet and our unity Adam. We died when we slept, eras passed as we slumbered, we

sacred

We met magical habibi. Together so magical. Genesis. Gods. We lit galaxies with our fingers. We breathed wind with our whispers. Mud was your bedsheet and our unity Adam. We died when we slept, eras passed as we slumbered, we

Oblivious

One time my friend met a boy at a club and they exchanged phone numbers. It was a Friday night so she had excused herself from study in exchange for debauchery and drinking, dancing and drugs – a ritual. That

Oblivious

One time my friend met a boy at a club and they exchanged phone numbers. It was a Friday night so she had excused herself from study in exchange for debauchery and drinking, dancing and drugs – a ritual. That