Poemas de Sheikha Hlewa

Exam My mother’s lessons are too late.After all we’ve lived through—the years she countsin precise concurrence with the Nakbaand the ones I count while I bite my tongue—she insists on lecturing me, word by word, all at once.She shows no consideration for my chronic distractionnor for the chasm of years between us,the urbanity that tamed... Continue Reading →

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