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Split this Rock Poem of the Week: Kandahar by Zohra Saed
Kandahar Behave or the sleeping Alexander will reclaim your lungs. Kandahar – Was once a cube of sugar Refusing to dissolve in the sea. It became a city from sheer stubbornness. Alexander naively said, “This is my land!” causing the earth to giggle and birth him a wife Rukhshana. (Roxanna if you prefer). […]
MoreHigh School Zohra: The Recession Now and the Recession Then
This is my favorite. It’s a flashback to the recession of the early 1990s, my sophomore year at Sheepshead Bay High School in Brooklyn. Goth music, dark matte lipstick, and scrunchies ruled supreme. My name was spelled differently (before I reclaimed the name I was born with and not the name the translators misspelled on […]
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