was just about to go to bed when the muses grabbed me by the sleeve and said “desk. now.” somehow i wrote a poem i like after months?? sent out submissions?? pitched an essay to lit hub??? no clue what’s happening but suddenly everything feels soft and possible again. 10/10 rec

isra*el is bombing dahyeh area as i write this, southern suburbs of beirut on the eve of eid al-adha. i would say i’m speechless but this is beyond speechlessness. praying for everyone near the target zones

the poets of our generation are being called content creators. downloading capwing. instagram edits. using trending audio on tiktok. i hate it here

there is a desert between your old life and your new one. you are literally between worlds. that desert is your initiation, your chrysalis. what emerges will be magnificent

tell me you're destined for a literary life without telling me.🤎🪽🦢

sorry for how i acted when there were multiple noises happening at the same time

armenian poetry sounds like thunder wearing silk.

came to the café to edit my manuscript which i’m already late in sending and ended up spending 3 hrs writing a new poem this keeps happening i’m sorry Bad Betty Press 😭

i’ve seen AlJazeera’s red ‘breaking news’ banner so much over the past year I keep imagining it over regular eye sightings now. the breaking news is in my eyeballs

i’m just a girl.. wanting to work in the sun… but my laptop keeps heating up

In case you were still wondering what I$r@€l wants from Lebanon

are you ok or do you also buy yourself flowers and a 400-page anthology of postcolonial poetry in the same breath?

I’m just a girl who feels very passionately about sunlight glittering on open water

july is here and i am existing, creating, swaying into oceans of light

are you listening? july is saying something: it’s time for more vintage markets, seas outside windows, kittens perched on your arms. new coffee flavors in old beirut, new ways of feeling old things. the white dove visited me again after i smiled way too hard at him/her last time.

that speed of transformation when you stop negotiating with your fears🤌🏼🤌🏼🤌🏼

conversing with poets is insanely wonderful because you can say something like ‘i’m feeling thunder today’ and no one blinks. you verb a noun, noun a verb, and somehow it all makes sense. everything means. nothing is filler.

if we text please know i hate voice notes. u send me audio, i text back. u send me audio AGAIN, i text back AGAIN. this is a war of mediums & i will not cave until you join me in the land of letters like normal civilians.

europe girly at heart