noor jaber
reconciliation نور/noo͝ r/noun/arabic word for/light/linguistic root of/noura i was born heiress to moonlight over mountains. in arab writing the night is a blessing/an almost-holy relief from the heat of summer […]
reconciliation نور/noo͝ r/noun/arabic word for/light/linguistic root of/noura i was born heiress to moonlight over mountains. in arab writing the night is a blessing/an almost-holy relief from the heat of summer […]
SHORT FILM PROPOSALS A DOCUMENTARY ABOUT THE SCAR ABOVE YOUR EYEBROW, INCLUDING AN INTERVIEW WITH THE LOCAL GEESE WHO SAW THE WHOLE THING BUT NEVER STEPPED IN. I CATCH A […]
Making My Uncle’s Skull Tattoos Speak I grab the skin, pinch and release the mouth (all skulls have one)—and my cousin grabs another skull— there are at least twenty to […]
ars poetica I cut my hair into the bathroom sink. now the tiles are covered in my own stubborn thread. I burned bread in the bad frying pan, killed my […]
And My Boricua Asked My Whiteness: What do you know of war, nena? What do you know of being gifted a dead body where your mouth should’ve been? What do […]
Alfredo Aguilar is a Mexican-American poet living in San Diego. He helps organize an open mic in Oceanside called Glassless Minds.
I never take the right pictures remember how we walk in the old church at night laughing in a lot where kids line up for school get their fingernails checked […]
this morning i woke up with my ears ringing i think i dreamt of the screams of fatherless boys & they’ve been echo in my head all day & i […]
I think you’ve been going out. I think you’ve hit four-way stopsigns, a few rocks, my ankle. I think it’s been night and mountain silent, stars like sneezing, and you […]
I The sound of millions of eyes blinking the sound of every insect’s wings pushing air is here in this black I use to tell you I had not heard […]