plant
a single seed
germinate
be
a lusty weed
die out
then again sprout
a life
(poetry)
Tag: Edward Lee
This is piece is a part of our Palestinian Voices series, featuring work by Palestinian writers and artists, including people who are part of the Palestinian diaspora.
It’s like they learned where Gaza is or finally understood that a Gazan outside of Gaza, one that sees adulthood, is rare.
(nonfiction/Palestinian Voices)
My mother insisted
til the day she died
that I was born at a very early age
I still don’t know if I believe that
(poetry)
In the morning, you paced the sand like you were trying to find stable ground. “I am in control,” I thought I heard you say. You did a meticulous job of packing up our tent.
(fiction)
The only language you know / the form you know as love / as one, / complete / complete.
(translations)
You tell me to keep my ass out of the road, and to stay the hell away / from the poison ivy and Virginia creeper because my skin reacts to / everything.
“Easing onto the Shoulder” by Kevin Grauke (poetry)
Those smuggled copies of Interview and The Witching Hour that I took with me and read and reread in the suffocatingly dark and overly zealous world that was my conversion therapy experience got me from one moment to the next.
(nonfiction)
Another Chicago Magazine 