My father liked to write poetry.
Alex took me to see Cezanne's studio.
When I was 17 my parents moved back to Kuwait and I would visit them during the summers. I would go on after-midnight swims in the sea with them.
Me + Mohammed after the antiquities museum
Uncertain of what the future holds, Alex moved back to Paris.
When me and Alex met, we went to every art exhibit, movie, and performance we could get to. We ran around all of Paris, and when I felt homesick, she invited me to the sea with her family.
The sun setting on my youth
When life became Floral, On losing my Dad in the Spring.
In the afternoon, the sea is green
My cousin is a professional scuba diver in the Persian Gulf. I've always been afraid of swimming.
Everyday I go to the sea, and say hi to my dad.
If you've ever wondered what it's like to be married to a sweet + timid Frenchman, it's like this:
Me + Florian went to Esperanza Bike Shop to replace my stolen bike tires Sunday night.
Me and Roberto took the Amtrak together, where he read the New Yorker to me.
At the graveyard, people pass out food and drinks in honor of their dead.
Me and Alex were walking back to her parent's house near the forest and wheat fields at midnight when I heard a strange noise. My first reaction was that it must be a strange man, but it was a family of wild boars! Alex grabbed my hand and we ran and hid behind a bus stop. The boars ran behind the bushes, and we stared at each other.
Walking to get lemonade, before running into the boars
I love going to the state fair.
We were invited to go see horses.
Carrying the weight of grief. On Losing my dad in the Spring.
Sometimes, I accidentally wake up at night.
Since my dad passed away, I call my mom twice a day, and often she tells me the dream she had the night before. She told me that she dreamt that she went to the sea with a bucket of water saying my dad's name, because she thought he might be thirsty.
Things I learned in school.
My home with Florian and Margot.
Me and my cousin Athari, in our parents old neighborhood, Al-Sharq
The conductor let us hug our friend Jane in Winslow, Arizona
The night knows me well, the desert, the paper, the pen.
My aunt has a parrot that likes to hang upside down and say 'meow'.
My uncle Ahmed took me to the fish market.
Fortune telling with the Coyote.
Dinner with the tree-spirit.
In a dream I was in Kuwait and coming back to Albuquerque. The only reason stopping me from taking the boat was the night.
My father liked to write poetry.
Alex took me to see Cezanne's studio.
When I was 17 my parents moved back to Kuwait and I would visit them during the summers. I would go on after-midnight swims in the sea with them.
Me + Mohammed after the antiquities museum
Uncertain of what the future holds, Alex moved back to Paris.
When me and Alex met, we went to every art exhibit, movie, and performance we could get to. We ran around all of Paris, and when I felt homesick, she invited me to the sea with her family.
The sun setting on my youth
When life became Floral, On losing my Dad in the Spring.
In the afternoon, the sea is green
My cousin is a professional scuba diver in the Persian Gulf. I've always been afraid of swimming.
Everyday I go to the sea, and say hi to my dad.
If you've ever wondered what it's like to be married to a sweet + timid Frenchman, it's like this:
Me + Florian went to Esperanza Bike Shop to replace my stolen bike tires Sunday night.
Me and Roberto took the Amtrak together, where he read the New Yorker to me.
At the graveyard, people pass out food and drinks in honor of their dead.
Me and Alex were walking back to her parent's house near the forest and wheat fields at midnight when I heard a strange noise. My first reaction was that it must be a strange man, but it was a family of wild boars! Alex grabbed my hand and we ran and hid behind a bus stop. The boars ran behind the bushes, and we stared at each other.
Walking to get lemonade, before running into the boars
I love going to the state fair.
We were invited to go see horses.
Carrying the weight of grief. On Losing my dad in the Spring.
Sometimes, I accidentally wake up at night.
Since my dad passed away, I call my mom twice a day, and often she tells me the dream she had the night before. She told me that she dreamt that she went to the sea with a bucket of water saying my dad's name, because she thought he might be thirsty.
Things I learned in school.
My home with Florian and Margot.
Me and my cousin Athari, in our parents old neighborhood, Al-Sharq
The conductor let us hug our friend Jane in Winslow, Arizona
The night knows me well, the desert, the paper, the pen.
My aunt has a parrot that likes to hang upside down and say 'meow'.
My uncle Ahmed took me to the fish market.
Fortune telling with the Coyote.
Dinner with the tree-spirit.
In a dream I was in Kuwait and coming back to Albuquerque. The only reason stopping me from taking the boat was the night.
