He is curled on the floor with his back facing the viewer. On the sheet-metal garage door before him, ‘no parking’ is written in caps. A few feet away from his head is a cage-like […]

The rats in Rahman’s ceiling have a certain music to them—a haunting melody that can’t be mistaken. In the morning, it’s a lilting la-dee-da; by night, a muffled dee-dum, dee-dum. Their shrieks swell and sink […]

“There must be ways people who lie down daily in the sun and the rain and are lashed by strong winds look at their society that are different from those who do not live under […]

desideratum—for A. we are nomads: refugees displaced by the cartography of becoming, striding uncharted courses withhandfuls of hope for sustenance. before refugees, we were residentswith claims to home. but home was the nirvana we never […]

A place that only ever was. Where once there was a table, & a chair, & a plate. A cup—water. Cold. Bowl of salt. Walls warmed by breath.When one stood next to the other, the […]

Do you know the feeling of losing home in your own country? the act of carrying it beneath your feet and God upon your tongue. Inhaling the smell of war through your nostrils. A boy […]