Colonizers write about flowers. I tell you about children throwing rocks at Israeli tanks seconds before becoming daisies. I want to be like those poets who care about the moon. Palestinians donāt see the moon from jail cells and prisons. Itās so beautiful, the moon. Theyāre so beautiful, the flowers.
ā Noor Hindi, from āFuck Your Lecture on Craft, My People Are Dying,ā DEAR GOD. DEAR BONES. DEAR YELLOW.




















