TCE Poetry: You Can’t Take Everything With You Bashar Lulu Jabbour·May 1, 2019my father stands over twelve carry on bags, assigns responsibilities. he is to carry four at the same...Columns·0 Comments·0
TCE Poetry: the uber driver does not ask if I speak arabic Bashar Lulu Jabbour·April 3, 2019the uber driver does not ask if I speak arabic, he just starts talking. he tells me he’s...Columns·0 Comments·0
TCE Poetry: When My Father Calls, I Can Hear The Weather Channel In The Background Bashar Lulu Jabbour·March 6, 2019he says a big storm is coming tonight, let me pick you up. I am stubborn. I say...Columns·0 Comments·0
TCE Poetry: Incomplete List of Items Left Behind Bashar Lulu Jabbour·February 6, 2019every scientific american edition between 1982 to 1988, translated to arabic. when my father was young and single,...Columns·0 Comments·1
TCE Poetry: On Whatsapp My Mother Reminds Me That I Haven’t Visited in Three Weeks Bashar Lulu Jabbour·January 2, 2019She is making yebra for dinner, will I come home for that at least? Yes, I will, I...Columns·0 Comments·0
TCE Poetry: …And We Love Life/If We Can Find A Way To It Bashar Lulu Jabbour·December 5, 2018“Syria is a small, poor, and crowded country.” in the morning, my mother smokes a cigarette on the...Columns·0 Comments·2
TCE Poetry: A History Of Us In Movement Bashar Lulu Jabbour·November 7, 2018when I met her, she stood tall in her poem. moon dangled from back pocket, tides danced back...Columns·0 Comments·3
TCE Poetry: On Joy Bashar Lulu Jabbour·October 3, 20181. when my sister graduates, the whole family does. my father brings the DSLR. we line up, immigrants...Columns·0 Comments·12
TCE Poetry: A Map Of The Night Sky When/You Told Me That You Loved Me Bashar Lulu Jabbour·September 5, 2018the moon audacious and full / lake reflection lavish / we of the kings that named the stars...Columns·0 Comments·5
TCE Poetry: Walking Through Downtown Kitchener, Fifty Dollar Bill In My Front Pocket Bashar Lulu Jabbour·August 1, 2018an evening’s pay. a twinge of heart. my fingers flirt with its deep red, skim the unfamiliar face....Columns·0 Comments·3
