This Is Not An Anniversary (or at least, not the one You think it is)
My niece, newly-arrived from Ukraine eight months earlier, has to write a cycle of poems for English class….
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Of Migration, Literature, and Grain
The war came to my house a few weeks ago – in the form of my family. My…
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Sister (Sestra)
I will weep for youall these shredded hoursof war. I will ruin my morningdestroy my nightsall these obscene…
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Of Massacres and History
***trigger warning*** Early Sunday morning, branches of trees barely visible in the grey dawn light. I check my…
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Of Genocide, Popular Humour, and Poetry
“They fire as the crowd of women flees inside the nostrils of search lights. May God have a…
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March 21: Of Villages, Archives and Belonging
One month of war. Mariupol. Kherson. Irpin. Chervone, Bohdanivka, Putylivka, Schvaikivtsi. All the countless villages, the selos of…
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March 16: Of Other Wars
I take a day off from the news. The real world itself reappears. Strangely, it resembles a dream….
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March 12: Of Music, Food and Diaspora
I cannot bear to look at images of bombed streets any more. Partly it’s because I think…
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March 11: Of Archives, and Palestine
Teaching, in these dark days of war, is oddly sustaining, a place to make some sense of things. I…
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March 10: Of Salamanders and the Moral War
“…and every day is like your last chance / and every night as though for the last time…”…