The space between who we are
and who we want to be
not poetic
friction
The sound of yourself
failing in real time
mid-sentence
It’s knowing better
But muscle over mind
Call it growth
Call it upward
Circling
Returning
Sometimes even worse
with slightly better language
Every time I get close
I out shift the line
And so
Almost kinder
Almost steady
Becoming is not beautiful
Becoming
Becoming
Grieving
.
Your loofa hangs beside mine, untouched I leave it there a small, soft witness Your towel still drapes the hook I haven’t washed it Not out of hope, just habit, or something like it I can’t tell if your ghost softens the ache or keeps it alive Do
On love, community and friendship “I’m not ready” “That’s ok. I’ll wait” A love letter “Your pace matters more than my desire” There is no urgency “I’m here with you” This is enough for now “You can take your time here” Tender defiance
Mahmoud Darwish was one of the most influential Arab poets of the modern era and is widely regarded as the poetic voice of the Palestinian people. Born in 1941 in the village of Al-Birwa in Palestine, Darwish's life and poetry were deeply shaped by exile, displacement, and
I learned to breathe underwater in rooms where grief had swollen the walls. Along the way I mistook the weight for purpose, the darkness for depth I entered other people’s nights, fearlessly like a diver with bare hands, tugging at their strings of light a pearl lodged in the
