If you’re a refugee, you wrap it in fabric and faith You store it away...

(With acknowledgement to Mahmoud Darwish) Those who have no land, no home,washed in like debris on......

I think about the allegory in my dead grandmother’s tales as the flight captain announces departure.......

I had a black skin once, but I took myself to the edges...

My lips pucker,but nothing comes out. hope for the best,I expect the worst, because there is......

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