He says to you: ‘Do not dance…Do not dance in respect for the flowing blood, oh son of a bitch!’ Then you wonder, like any shrewd son of a bitch would; what the heck this daily violence pumps into you, and where would you dispose o... You Will Dance, Son of a Bitch Rasha Abbas
Darwin and Dracula: The minorities had some relief from their fear owing to the restoration of brightness of “The Origin of Species.” The majority has proliferated and it has been approved by more than one party on the "Ecstasy and Ascent... Gogol\'s Coat and Syrian Fascism Ziad Abdullah
A Palm from the unseen Two long seas and asun I came into the door of God A cropped year And a desert with two halves The surplus is flowing The sign gets up, and the absent comes No one with me, save trees and road They are elongated over and above... History of Love By Ahmed Soarkah
The chubby woman licked her rather brown lower lips. She splashed an expensive perfume on her earlobe and, at a speed of light, she disappeared from the room to hug a lanky man, who had also disappeared from his room earlier but left windows ajar to ... Orchestra Abdullah Almottaki
The constant rain of previous two nights Sent wet our wings we bought from junkie shops It was a day you were swept by the charm of the illuminating Eiffel Tower With its blue lights blowing away your robes leaving you asunder It is when I decided to... Wings of Plastic Goose Khaled bin Saleh
When you live in a city under bombardment, but you’re not bombed, you recline behind the window and sigh; “There they are, human beings bombing others”, and see the boundary line of the air between you and them, and you know that it... The Road is Passable with Difficulty Due to the Accumulation of Sons of a Bitch Wael Maksoud
Tomorrow I go to House of God, Circumbiating the Ka'abah with my pain starting from spirit's black ache Chanting Allahu Akbar whenever I align with a door leading to me. In the first six rounds I would pray: Oh Allah, thou carry masculine tag, so you... Allah that I know, is not Allah who you know Sarah Ali
Flies taste his left eye. His right eye is a fruit fallen on the lawn. I loved him alive, and when he died while climbing a tree, I loved him more. Half-brother, He was crying in silence and thinking of my open and sad pussy like a cave. The uncle t... Girl with Frowning Eyes Nawal Al-Ali
