Bil 3arabi : 6 Poems by Sara Saleh selected work   poetry  
Issue Details: First known date: 2019... 2019 Bil 3arabi : 6 Poems by Sara Saleh
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Dedication i "She asks me why I don’t write in Arabic.", Sara Saleh , 2019 single work poetry
— Appears in: Cordite Poetry Review , 5 December no. 94 2019;
Little City i "little city, on your scorched days Rania and I pool our", Sara Saleh , 2019 single work poetry
— Appears in: Cordite Poetry Review , 5 December no. 94 2019;
Fairouz … i "The last one of us has left home…", Sara Saleh , 2019 single work poetry
— Appears in: Cordite Poetry Review , 5 December no. 94 2019;
Here, There : a Ghazal i "The barista in Chippendale wants to know where you’re from, mispronouncing your", Sara Saleh , 2019 single work poetry
— Appears in: Cordite Poetry Review , 5 December no. 94 2019;
The Beautiful Terrible i "Glory be to the loss. What is there", Sara Saleh , 2019 single work poetry
— Appears in: Cordite Poetry Review , 5 December no. 94 2019;
Straw Widow i "We a land without a people. We skeletal", Sara Saleh , 2019 single work poetry
— Appears in: Cordite Poetry Review , 5 December no. 94 2019;

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    y separately published work icon Cordite Poetry Review Bayt no. 94 5 December 2019 18426525 2019 periodical issue

    'In Arabic, ‘bayt’ means house and also a line of poetry. Welcome. I hope you enter and explore. The poems in this issue are universes, every one of them an ode of sorts: to food, to music, to home(s), to language(s), to (be)longing, to cars, to the body, to dogs, to neighbors, to family, to friends, to god, to cities, to the self, to grief, to love. There’s so much love in these poems; I felt held re-reading them this morning.' (Zeina Hashem Beck, Editorial)

    2019
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