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Philip Metres

Hearing of Alia Muhammed Baker’s Stroke

By Philip Metres How a Basra librarian
could haul the books each night,
load by load, into her car,
Zein El-Amine

How to write a poem, according to Souha Bechara

By Zein El-Amine Sit in their circle.
Don't let your eyes linger
on any object in the room.
Zohra Saed

Kandahar

By Zohra Saed Behave or the sleeping Alexander will reclaim your lungs.
Kandahar -
Was once a cube of sugar
Ellen Hagan

Before Your Arrival

By Ellen Hagan the ones who brought your father here, come. Bring
with them whole almonds, dried berries & clementines
wrapped in cloth. Their clothes & smart shoes too.
Naomi Shihab Nye

The Burn

By Naomi Shihab Nye Such a swift lump rises in the throat when
a uniformed woman spits Throw it away!
and you tremble to comply wondering why
Deema K. Shehabi

Migrant Earth

By Deema K. Shehabi I could tell you that listening is made for the ashen sky,
and instead of the muezzin's voice, which lingers
like weeping at dawn,
Lisa Suhair Majaj

Guidelines

By Lisa Suhair Majaj If they ask you what you are,
say Arab. If they flinch, don't react,
just remember your great-aunt's eyes.
Kazim Ali

Road at Ache

By Kazim Ali I was whispered along the road at Ache
toward the sun-puddled gate
Philip Metres

For the Fifty (Who Formed PEACE With Their Bodies)

By Philip Metres In the green beginning,
in the morning mist,
they emerge from their chrysalis
Fady Joudah

Anonymous Song

By Fady Joudah When the shooting began
Everyone ran to the trucks
Grabbed whatever their backs needed
And made for the trucks
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