My Eyes Are Filled With Fear
The darkness of night eats up everything around me the green of the trees and the blue of the sea. The sounds of the night never leave the rustling of the trees the crackling of fire the soft …
My Eyes Are Filled With Fear
The darkness of night eats up everything around me the green of the trees and the blue of the sea. The sounds of the night never leave the rustling of the trees the crackling of fire the soft …
The Story of X: The Story Writer
X the story writer squatted as a child expecting a slap for a mistake he made as he read an ad in the newspaper that a company had launched a …
A War of Colors – An Interview with Nadine Sinno
In A War of Colors: Graffiti and Street Art in Postwar Beirut Nadine Sinno explores the graffiti and street art of the city of Beirut after the Lebanese Civil War. …
If I Could Be A Bird
If I could be a bird I’d prefer to fly over the rubble Using my wings to break the stillness In time And drift into the screams When the mourning …
Haunted by Ghosts of Reality
The sky wears a shroud, grey and dim,Sunrise fades away, hopes grow thin.Eyes once full of childish gleam,Now hollowed out, lost in a stolen dream.Faces etched with soundless cries,Reflects a …
An Equatorial Seduction
There in the salon of my memory, I had peace of mind, calmly sitting waiting for a lover for whom I dressed with full makeup and perfumes. I had bought …
Whispers of Resilience
In the heart of a small land where dreams are often swallowed by the shadows of occupation, therelived a passionate girl whose spirit refused to be extinguished. From the earliest …
A Lorry of Dust
Just when the lorry stopped in front of the desert cafe, a barren miserable woman appeared from an unknown place. A pathetic expression was engraved on her face toward the …
Diary of a Corpse Swollen with Life
After the soldier’s body thrown next to the petrol station swelled, his small diary began to descend as trying to escape the corpse. A writer was passing by in his car, …
The Sun Rose Today
Her heart was shaking When we were playing in a circle Her wide–brown eyes Opened like an owl under a blue moon to scan for danger She crossed her arms …