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A tender meditation on memory, wilderness, and estrangement, where childhood longing and ancient language entwine.
When fear stretches itself and awakens our strength / When noise stretches itself, and you start listening / and the beast stretches itself to become human / It is never…
A quiet observer at a window reflects on the disarray, tenderness, and violence of everyday life—torn between distance and immersion.
A furious, unrelenting poetry of rupture—Almadhoun’s verses indict, mourn, and resist with devastating force.
Power is not in melted Buicks, not in making angels cower and sing your name in fear. There is no godhood for you, who have only sealed your name in…
I sit here beside my window, / watching life happen / before me / and without me.