by Ahmad Al-
From the foolishness of politicians
From the damages of civil war
From the combat in the south
your heart never started to break
Beirut, you have taught Baghdad and
Damascus not to panic so whatever
What happened with you yesterday
turned our eyes into a silent song played by your tears
To Beirut, we will cry and offer aids for
To Uighur, we will weep and support for
To all humanity, whom there’s not a day that
-goes by when tears are not in our eyes
It’s the time that we stop being sightless
It’s the perfect timing to stop being careless
We must stand above our unheard screams
We shall stop hearing the politician apologies.
and The Bee
by Jarad Johnson
When I was very young, I played soccer. I didn’t particularly enjoy it, but I did enjoy kicking up clods of dirt and chasing butterflies while the other players actually tried to win the game. If you can’t tell, sports are not my natural form of expression. Uniforms, arbitrary rules, and running? No thanks. Also, my aim is terrible.
So, instead of paying attention I was constantly being lured away by the delights of nature. On one of my excursions chasing after a butterfly, I got stung by a bee. I’m sure that this did nothing to further endear me to my teammates. I was five. I was and am not afraid to loudly proclaim my pain to the world, so there was lots of screaming and crying. And wailing. Well, I’ve always been a bit dramatic so imagine me with a bee sting.
The End of the Ocean
Author, Maja Lunde
Translated by Diane Oatley
by Jarad Johnson
A frightening, yet all too possible premise. The oceans becoming dry. People retreating north away from the droughts. Trees withering and dying. Global starvation. This is what the book means by the end of the ocean. Through two narratives, we see the impact of this disaster. One story tells of Signe, who loves to sail her boat on the ocean and is a climate activist. The other is the story of a father and daughter, set adrift in the new world of desert.