Rasha Alduwaisan is an oral historian from Kuwait. Her poetry has appeared or is forthcoming in The Common, Cordite Poetry Review and Cathexis Northwest. She holds an MA in Middle Eastern Studies from Harvard University.
My body is a sack of bones, feet bound, heavy with stone, I plunge and sand shatters without a sound, tongue- tied, this sea is breathless, rope & leather & lead, I grasp what I can see, rough shells, round shells, hollow shells, I mouth your name and something stirs – I pry myself […]
I dab oud on my wrists, my neck, the gap between my breasts, the way the Agar pours sap into its wounds, the tender scent filling the room. In Cambodia, they strip down trees to find it, the infected bark, the salve. My throat is dry from shouting, this […]
Marie, I drove to the landfill yesterday ㅤto find my wedding dress ㅤthe one I couldn’t bear to give to anyone else ㅤI know I shouldn’t have ㅤbut I followed the truck down the beach road and into the desert ㅤtried to plead at the gates you know ㅤthe way they do in the movies […]