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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- Oct 4, 2026
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Prairie Falcon (opens the original)
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Text within this block will maintain its original spacing when publishedPrairie Falcon Have you ever stood taken by such wide wings sailing low to the ground, by how they all of a sudden up and swooped skyward, then circled back— oh with such finesse— and perched, as if being generous with the allowance of their presence, atop a short pole right in front of you? I wished for nothing more than to be closer, for it to land on my forearm, to stroke with great care that littl…
Beloved, (opens the original)
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Text within this block will maintain its original spacing when publishedBeloved, This life we share is not so simple. We find along the way, time and again, that we must face winds of change. So I've learned to love my struggles. To soften and flow like a river toward the ocean. This is to say— although I do not know you, I do see you, and what sort of a blessing you are. Whatever you are going through these days, as we all are going through something, please know: you are made of stars, know th…
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…
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