The carpet

I saw a man this morning on the side of the road. He was besides his car boot open. Rows and rows of carpets, oriental rugs rolled up, side by side, in the car.  He was standing in front of this treasure and I stopped to watch as he weaved in, weaved out heavy wool string…

Murmur home.

I see the rising tide beneath the setting sun but the waves do not come crashing, tumbling down, spears at the ready for battle. No, they simply call and murmurrepeatedly, slinking around my feet, snaking, not unlike the kettle’s whistle when it welcomes the warmth of coffee, tea leaves, or the bottom of the cup….

La grêle

De la grêle. Encore et encore et encore. Non mais ENCORE?! Les oiseaux disparaissent aussi soudainement. Même pas un foutu pigeon dans le scénario. Et ce pays qui crève. Ou qui va crever. Allez! On entre dans nos prisons, nos quatre murs ! “Faut pas sortir ma petite dame!” crie le poids lourds à la…

Words from yesterday

Yesterday, I tore up the map of NYC. It was staring me from the blank wall and it was too many thoughts. Past and present.  And the future is always an illusion. NYC is no place to go back to. I tore up the map into pieces, so small I cannot put the streets together….

The Quarantine Journal

I had words in my headthis morning,waking up. But I lost them now.Weekdays are better for walking. But still. Whyis the way? What is a quarantine with shops open and too many people out? What’s this game of mouse and cat where even the cat can’t anymore. Because it’s a game. It is aninsult.How dare…

what happens now?

I am doing ok. Better than before. It’s been two weeks. So the following are words I wrote last week, late at night, again. I called one of my great-uncles a few days after the explosion of Beirut. He seemed sad for the entire country. But for himself, I imagined him shrugging. And then I…

Treatise on the world – post quarantine.

We all woke up from a daze. But not the governments. They think they did a good job. They did not. Déconfinement. Comment? People out in the streets without masks. Majority. People listening to the doctors’ recommendations. A stark minority. We are once again sheep. We have always been sheep. And there are two types…

first thoughts on a revolution

The first night Nighttime hippies, hip, old school styles. All red. All green. All white. All cardboard “Solidarity”, waving flags. I’ve never felt at home anywhere really. Maybe sometimes. But this night was a dream. It was home. Tartines au zaatar. 1 lookoom per person. 1 famous singer of our very own rock alternative band….

clippings of a Revolution.

Emotions on Lebanese Revolution: Second night Excitement has never hit me like tonight. Arabic, French, English all in one sentence. Yes to my childhood again. Not those summers in France. My father knows you. But not me. Yet it’s all I ever dreamed of, unconsciously.   Beginning of the second week Writing session. Setting: Manousheh,…

Ce Chah tellement…

La queue en l’air, tout joyeux. Le Chah sait se faire connaître. Vous entendez son ronronnement de loin.
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