Ghassan Zaqtan

He closes the door, turns off the lightsexcept the hallway’s which leads to the fenceand lets him peek at the bougainvillea and the branches of the sweet apple he planted last winter.  Inside his room one candleby the window will do. A smokey candle and its ...

My enemies defeated me, led me downhill,executed my horse, and made me watch.My enemies defeated me, sold my mats, rugs,and colored rosaries at the bazaarto merchants and traders in shadows.In the dark my friends betrayed me.My children saw the hyena laugh outside our window.At ...