Video: Rouba’s Manifesto
“If you want to change the world, make your life about others. And everything will come back to you.” — Dr. Rouba Mhaissen
Angele Ellis: Wonderful Life
We are halfway between Bedford and Pottersville:
the kindness of community, the chill greed of despair.
Angele Ellis: Occurrence on the Lake Shore Limited
The officer stopped at my seat and thrust his face toward mine. “Are you an American?”
Angele Ellis — Next Stop: Xenogenesis
In memory of Octavia E. Butler (June 22, 1947 – February 24, 2006) In the bus bay, stark half-darkness of a ship corridor, propellant smell of diesel. Clayark obliterates Greyhound—blur of fur on … Continue reading
Video: A Portrait of Iraq
. From director Janssen Powers: If you Google image search “Iraq” looking for photos of anything other than soldiers and war then you’re in for some serious scrolling… Since the … Continue reading
Angele Ellis: My sister’s bones
keep breaking. A midnight cough sharp as a rifle shot cracks a rib. Hefting a hissing tomcat by its scruff shears a wrist. It’s not only skin that consents to … Continue reading
Angele Ellis: On Hearing That FBI Anti-Terrorism Agents Spied on the Thomas Merton Center
For Molly Moore Rush Pacifism is dangerous. Thomas Merton, the Trappist monk who rose above his Seven-Storey Mountain to the Buddhist peaks of Nepal, was electrocuted by a faulty fan … Continue reading
Angele Ellis: Federal Building
I enter through security as taxpayer, the needle’s eye of citizenship. Bag on the table, keys in a plastic container that could hold mail or explosives. The only way in … Continue reading
Angele Ellis: Reading the Cup
Unfathomed, the deep blue sea is black and bitter – Arabic coffee boiled three times in a copper pot. Drink to the silted grounds in heart-scalding gulps. Turn your cup … Continue reading
Angele Ellis: Kashishi
For Raff Ellis How many generations have we been peddlers of notions, our ribbons of battle fluttering from kashishi – livelihood out of suitcases – from packs, from the karra … Continue reading
Angele Ellis: If We Live
For John Reoli to be of arab descent is a practice of disassociation, you write. I read dislocation, wrenched identity. Hanging limply from sorrow’s shoulder. You write, i guess … Continue reading
Angele Ellis: Arabic Lesson
Unlike the illiterate villager in an Arab novel I know alef from a telegraph pole single stroke of the definite article first letter of my French name I have chanted … Continue reading
