Jean Stein you will always be a legend, a legend, a legend

a lot of you are trying really hard to have your cake and eat it too...

Dearborn + Detroit beloveds! fargo nissim tbakhi (not on here rn) & I will be reading a full new draft of our EVE, a work queering & shattering Paradise Lost through Palestinian anti-colonial revolutionary thought, tonight at Arab American National Museum. We could really use community feedback, come through!

just remembered that kissinger is dead… whew thank god

when some girlfriends call me on the phone all we talk about is crushes and writing and gossip and with some other girlfriends all we talk about is middle east politics, our war-torn home countries, and the limits and wonders of islam like two taxi driving uncles

this is the craziest cover i have ever seen...

dreamt i got a one star goodreads review that said 'amost funny.'

i'm sorry to every person who has followed me for the last five years but i have to post this linda gregg poem again

crying quietly on my sofa reading a beautiful novel in the original german for the first time in years

once again i am thinking about my astrologer telling me that i am a combination of umberto eco and eminem

Sans-titre (bleu),
Joan Mitchell - 1975

In solidarity with the writers boycotting the PEN America World Voices Festival; PEN America United; Writers Against the War on Gaza; and all the other writers who have declined PEN awards this week––

'salaams aunty, eid mubarak'

some people don’t fear death, they know life on this plane is temporary, they have a moral compass, respect for nature and the animal world, and understand what is right and wrong… it’s hard to defeat a folk like that

‘We will rebuild it, even if it took 100 years, that is why we were created. Inshallah every year will my land be mine, my sea be mine, and sky be mine. Eid Mubarak.’ - Bisan Owda

'Already the day seemed extremely long. They’d walked the length of Main Street. Browsed through any store they could conceivably enter. It was barely lunchtime.'

I loved this eerie and dark story by Emma Cline...
newyorker.com/magazine/2023/…

the earnest writing bros who have never felt shame are in my mentions… time to log off

my ex-marxist parents did not teach me religion properly so idk if eid is the one where my grandmother made seven fruit soup or not but i am craving it today

i love my friends so much i could DIE

i miss lena dunham. the last woman writer who was chaotic in a really fun way