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When Limitation Yields Abundance
When I think about having it all, I think of my big sister planting a fig tree in her garden. I see her there, in my head— knees in the...
Maryam Ghouth


The Clearing
Light came through the window above the sink, pale and clean. The city below was hushed by glass and the weight of sleep. On the sill, a...
Maryam Ghouth


Wildfire
‘Heal, heal’, they say, but how long does it take a forest to recover from wildfire? 80 years and longer. Meanwhile, the forest floor...
Maryam Ghouth


Behind Closed Doors
Like green hands blest, they grow twig to seedling in the dying hedge of the depressed, and with the sun at their backs, cup the light on...
Maryam Ghouth


He Was Also
This man’s polarity reminds me of Ted Bundy—the man who killed women, but saved a toddler from drowning and volunteered at a suicide...
Maryam Ghouth


Severed
'I look at you and see him: your eastern brows, your thick locks, the way you leave trails of sticky notes and dot the room with cold...
Maryam Ghouth
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