“Effaced…” by Jawdat Fakhreddine translated by Huda Fakhreddine Effaced, our villages, squares and skies. Nothing remains but smoke, and fires roaming freely. Houses, gardens, fields, all gone. The…
“Effaced…”
by Jawdat Fakhreddine
translated by Huda Fakhreddine
Effaced, our villages,
squares and skies.
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Shujayea once held our homes, stories and lives. Now it has been erased and with it a part of who we are.
On one screen, bulbous bones push to escape skin translucent like the situation. There is no formula. I blink my eyes over those…
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The walls were cracked, the ceiling collapsing. Ruins underfoot. My manuscript spread haphazardly across the areas untouched by…
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The poems chronicle the unsettling memories the city has lived through and preserve the words of those who lived through them.
