HeyJaredHabibi Means Beloved
How tenderly we can name our place among each other, affirming our passing existence, one writhing heart of a planet in an otherwise empty universe.
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Happy birthday to my mother (opens the original)
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Text within this block will maintain its original spacing when publishedNext Time Mama and I talk over video every Sunday, morning my time, evening for her. By then she’s in bed unwinding from whatever uncertain surprise the country has thrown her way. She tells me of the drama among her neighborhood cats—who is pregnant, who is sick, which cat is now stealing the paltry amount of food she disperses from her palm, scattered like seeds for chicken. Among the things we discuss are God and poetry.
You Bring Light to My Life (opens the original)
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Text within this block will maintain its original spacing when publishedYou Bring Light to My Life Despite daily war, or perhaps because of its decades insistence, it became necessary for the Arab to speak metaphor as remnant truth so that even a simple hello blossoms into nawareit!— you've lit up my life, my home. Near sung as blazoned proclamation with a lilt in the eye and a lifted cadence we greet each other as answered prayers. You are a sun, we are saying, a shining st
The Comments (opens the original)
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Text within this block will maintain its original spacing when publishedThe Comments Here we are, bound up together on this only planet we call home. The dawn arrives dependably, as does the dusk. Inevitably, something in us will hurt, someone we love will die. And try as we might to definitively make sense of our existence, we end up at the edge of another unknown. Where else could we go? Surely there is some greater way to make use of our time. Surely there is ample reason to be kind. Just wha
Let Yourself Fall (opens the original)
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Text within this block will maintain its original spacing when publishedLet Yourself Fall You’ve heard the story, right? Of the woman chased by a tiger. She falls off a cliff, catches onto a branch sticking out. There’s another tiger below her. From the crevice grows a strawberry. How, I don’t know, but there’s a strawberry. She eats it. She enjoys eating it. Or was it a man, also chased by a tiger. He falls into a well, catches onto a branch sticking out. There’s no tiger below, ju
Un-Credo (opens the original)
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Text within this block will maintain its original spacing when publishedUn-Credo after Donna Hilbert I don't believe in leaving it all behind, in delineation, in time is money. I don’t believe in stock markets, designer cars, fancy shoes, beauty creams. I don’t believe in not enough, get ahead, crush the competition, no regrets. I am human. I feel. I care. I hurt when others hurt. I write poetry. I pray. Always, I pray that the heart of everything awakens. And don't think this ex
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