What Once Was A Home

What Once Was A Home

By Hussein Atoui | Staff Writer Blue sky, with a gentle breeze,  Birds soaring high, liberating.  I can’t help but feel envy—  What is it like to be free?  I think of home once in a while,  When I can’t sleep,  In the middle of the night.  I think of home,  And...
Ad Nauseam

Ad Nauseam

By Rahaf Al-Mawed | Contributing Writer The pond dried itself for you Your thirst grew greedy The space became of vacancy And what once reflected blue under the moonlight Now bears green mold You still sought my sweet flesh afterwards I ponder if your fangs had turned...
The Roads Not Taken

The Roads Not Taken

By Daniella Razzouk | Staff Writer We often hear of the road not taken, but rarely of the roads we know.  We often hear of the great adventures in lands unknown, but rarely of long walks under trees that watched us grow.  We often hear of faraway terrains beyond our...
Forgive Me, Lover, for I Have Sinned

Forgive Me, Lover, for I Have Sinned

By Elena Hijazi | Junior Editor Forgive me, lover, for I have sinned. And melted on your tongue of swords like honey. I turned your dust into molten skin, And you turned my starry nights sunny. You painted my rotten portraits gold Like Midas, with your hands. You...
Secrecy Upon Our Grave

Secrecy Upon Our Grave

By Bareaa Joudi | Staff Writer [The dead remain dead, But who remained suffers in purgatory] “Die,” says the dictator And the remainders of a lost country get swallowed by greed Undying remains its legacy Red its flag, tainted its future soldiers died for solitude  No...