to an American, fireworks are aesthetic & emblem of a New Year. to a Palestinian, fireworks are the reverberation of bodies crumbling,...

The boy at the corner store counts his pennies like he’s counting the days till he can leave. I watch him from my window, his body a map...

Ligaya said she had a bad feeling about the three unmarked packages they found outside their rickety shanty on the outskirts of Manila....

Little by little you reveal   expanses of skin   that won’t let me sleep.    First it was your clavicles,   how I dreamt of crawling...

In Port Crow’s mist, where shadows lean, The air is thick, the grass is green. A twisted tree, with branches bare, Holds whispers in the...