The ‘Untranslatable Palestinian Flesh’
What do we owe to language in times of unimaginable violence? Poets linked to both Palestine and Texas help show us the way.
Since 1954
What do we owe to language in times of unimaginable violence? Poets linked to both Palestine and Texas help show us the way.
We sit by the window of the nursing home where her face can feel the sun.
"Palestinians are all haunted. We’re haunted by what used to be, what could have been."
A silhouette, stationed at his Dallas valet stand awaiting the healthy, the wealthy, the privileged, the favored.
I stop to relish the sudden chill, feel retreating thunder rumbling my bones, hear breezes sliding over damp sand, greedy for its moisture.
The winning poem in the “What Juneteenth Means (To Me)” contest organized by Cyrus Cassells, 2021-22 Texas poet laureate.
I want to live in the negative space of your landscapes
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