I went to bed the tempest

  Again I went to bed the tempest And woke up the puddle. It’s different everyday. Sometimes I am the vessel, Rigid and welcoming. Others, I am the water – Bending, folding Appropriate, submissive.  

Neighborhood Novellas

The Sun Also Rises on Sabra and Shatila

It was a warm Thursday morning as I stuffily sat in the taxi next to my friend waiting…

Diaspora Voices

A Twist of Shawarma in Mexico: One Taco de pastor, Please!

Mexican food produced outside Mexico differs exponentially  from what is actually consumed in Mexico. This is mainly due…

Sports

Nejmeh SC Wins Elite Cup for The Tenth Time

Nejmeh Sporting Club, one of Lebanon’s oldest and most renowned football clubs, has recently won the Elite Cup…

Poetry

I went to bed the tempest

  Again I went to bed the tempest And woke up the puddle. It’s different everyday. Sometimes I…

Opinion

#MeToo: The Surprising Reveal that Victims of Sexual Assault are Actually People You Know

  What started as another Twitter call for activism became a viral confession of sexual assault everywhere. In the few…