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Rib by 7ala Abdullah

April 19, 2014 by

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Some days I am a stranger with foreign hands and a sleeping tongue. Some days my skin is a shade I do not recognize. Half the week I am lost, and the other: I am waiting to be unwandering. But I know myself. I know the way my chest rises and I have memorized the […]

Rib by Meshael Alblehed

April 19, 2014 by

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There are some people whose answer to what they’d do if they could travel through time is to go to the beginning of broken places. They assume the wind is god’s breath. They are without shadows. There are some people who can only hear the sound of their anxious breathing. The holy books they read […]

Rib by Alexandra Van Der Veer

April 19, 2014 by

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Genesis 2:21   So the lord God caused the man to fall into a deep sleep; and while he was sleeping, he took one of the man’s ribs and then closed up the place with flesh. Then the Lord God made a woman from the rib he had taken out of the man and he […]

Rib by Raghad Rijraji

April 19, 2014 by

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I’ve been thinking about the way we cling onto things that turn out to be the demise of all meaning and how it’s almost ritualistic. All the concrete we tried to satisfy our hunger with and all the ways we drew red lines along the shorelines with signs that read “here ends your parameter”.   […]

Rib by Mimi

April 19, 2014 by

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It’s days like this where I just wake up missing you. There’s an knot in my heart I am trying to untangle, but you have this way of keeping me tied down. I am over your shackles, lover, but I am still tied up in words you have spoken to me years ago. I am […]

Rib by D

April 19, 2014 by

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“Some mornings, I still see her silhouette in the kitchen. An outline of knee socks and swaying curves waltzing with the air particles around her to Breezeblocks. I often trace the elegant grip of her unvarnished nails around the frying pan and spatula, as she forgets how to flip a pancake to the tune. She […]

Rib by Rania Ghazal

April 19, 2014 by

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There are knots on my ribcage That clench a little harder Every time I am alone The only way to unweave them Is to sleep My dentist told me that the upper row and lower row of teeth bend until they make contact with each other Forming any sort of bite Plants arc themselves towards […]