‘A City Beyond History’: New Poetry by Doha Kahlout
“Press your body to the sea— / it comes out cool, unharmed— / and let tears move across your hidden grief.”
“Press your body to the sea— / it comes out cool, unharmed— / and let tears move across your hidden grief.”
Goodbye, War… By Doha Kahlout I will return without you, war— I will cut my nails stained by the black of fire and by bitter alienation, and I will let […]
Below is an extension of our editor Nashwa Nasreldin’s essay at New Lines, “Gazan Poets Write to Survive.“ By Nashwa Nasreldin When I first started writing this feature for New […]