Barbara Kruger, 1991

Ilya Kaminsky, ‘Dancing in Odessa’, Dancing in Odessa

[Text ID: “It was April. The sun washed the balconies, April.”]

ALT

Fargo Nissim Tbakhi, “palestinian love poem”

on melting by Hanif Abdurraqib

Excerpts from I'm Sorry Mom, I Can't Give Up On Miso Soup 2023

A piece written in winter about cultural disconnections, food as medicine, and the magic of kitchen routines

sky-flavored and sea-beloved,

Nikita Gill, from Great Goddesses: "Helen,"

e.e. cummings, from "[sweet spring is your]", in 1 X 1 (One Times One), Complete Poems: 1904-1962 [ID'd]

summer is creeping in

April

by Mary Oliver

I wanted to speak at length about the happiness of my body and the delight of my mind for it was April, a night, a full moon and --

but something in myself or maybe from somewhere other said: not too many words, please, in the muddy shallows the

Frogs are singing.

Devin Kelly, from "How to Drown"

Julia Vinograd.

“Gaza is not the most beautiful of cities. Her coast is not bluer than those of other Arab cities. Her oranges are not the best in the Mediterranean. Gaza is not the richest of cities. (Fish and oranges and sand and tents forsaken by the winds, smuggled goods and hands for hire.) And Gaza is not the most polished of cities, or the largest. But she is equivalent to the history of a nation, because she is the most repulsive among us in the eyes of the enemy – the poorest, the most desperate, and the most ferocious. Because she is a nightmare. Because she is oranges that explode, children without a childhood, aged men without an old age, and women without desire. Because she is all that, she is the most beautiful among us, the purest, the richest, and most worthy of love.”

— Journal of an Ordinary Grief - Mahmoud Darwish

“Wednesday,” Mohammed El-Kurd

My House by Maya Abu Al-Hayyat tr. Fady Joudah

–Palestinian poet and editor of Mizna, George Abraham.

Ladan Osman, “Sun to God (Gaza 2021)”