Coffee spilled across my bedsheets as I read the San Francisco Chronicle, my hometown paper, last June. An op-ed was denouncing the Trump administration

Author's note: This visual poem was developed in conversation with people who utilize the foyer of London’s Royal Festival Hall for dance practice,

My father, Waddah, was a man of versatile talents. He was an avid reader, an eloquent writer, a skilled chef, and a gifted laboratory technician. We still

O! How alone we are! All the others have won their wars and you were left in your mud, barren. Darwish, don’t you know? No poetry will return to the

Taking a walk near home, no one expects to find a dead man in a corn field. When my neighbor here in Northern California did, he called 911 first and then uploaded the corpse’s photo to our housing co...

How do we return to the same texts for inspiration, for teaching? Such returns, at times, feel tedious. I will admit that even when not engaged in revisiting texts, I'm often bored, making rereads eve...

I could not enter the practice of translation feigning ignorance of the myriad ways in which translation has served as a tool of surveillance, categorization, and suppression. As much as translation h...

Support Assigned Media by becoming a member for $12 a month and get our weekly newsletter.

i long for this ordinary apocalypse, my hands still as i kneadflour, wet with oil, as i watch the yeast rise asit wants for water,there are children outside playing in the asphalt, they arethrowing me...

There are names they never let bloom: not in maps, not in marrow—cartographies erased by teeth, tongues chewed into hollow.My grandfather spat fire in a dialect they jailed. He taught meto write freed...

This essay marks the beginning of a new column for Adi Magazine called

He who leaves, takes his memory,  his way of being river, of being air,  of being goodbye and never. Love, Rosario Castellanos When Josefa heard that bird camouflaged among the trunks, she reme...

Everywhere I go, spiders seem to find me. If not spiders then their webs, clingy strings meant to capture prey or capture your attention. Something about spiders’ craftiness, their art of living, the ...

While admiring the bounty of tomatoes in Q and M’s garden,we’re visited by crows. There are two, which makes it a murder.Q says that’s sick, sick itself a word inverted like a dogbelly-up in the grass...

Water called out to meeach mouth a lush bluegarden, window, a warning:The rooftop is the worst.Sight is nothing but an opportunityto become the mountain’sbruised heads disru...

In early 2023, I decided to move back to southern Brazil from Germany, where I had lived for five years. I then came back to my parents’ small farm in Paraná, in our town’s Landless Workers’ Movement ...

If another person asks me about what do I think is the solution to the “conflict”I’ll tell them about the cacti who knows the hands picking its prickly fruitthe cacti ...

report: 70% of Gaza land designated as security zone an engine haunts my body— one hand iron, one leg machine. it drags itself through the alleys of my ribs. do you smell flesh? taste bloo...

A star reflects light. It is a distant light. It is a center, surrounded. It is what surrounds the center. A celestial body. It hides. Twinkles. Star is my name. Something quiet but also an incandesce...

When I was knee-high to a grasshopper, we lived in a house in the country—on a rural road on the outskirts of Springfield, Illinois, where the water was

ibetrays youyou comedyfool yougreyingghost—ihides fromi’s facein mirrorsmadeshuttershut—idisassemblesi’sself insubzerooverthinkeach nighteach bit—i’s ichopped upfor parts—ilibe-rates y-ousi-debysi-de ...

I. The Translator as a Witness to Vanishing Worlds To be a Palestinian translator is to become an intermediary between a vanishing world and one that often refuses to acknowledge its disappearance....

Israel’s codename for its attack on Iran, launched last Friday, was Operation Rising Lion, a pointed reference to...

An anti-trans, anti-science decision relies on a history of discrimination against women, and opens the door to challenges on care like vaccines.

It’s as simple as love.

translated by Alison Entrekin Mars is closer to Earth precisely today 56 million kilometers a glowing red dot we’d say a star from here from this other dot where fireflies survive precisely t...

On Christmas Day, my family and I wrapped our warm bodies against the arbitrary demarcations of the Canada-U.S. border. Mom, Dad, Ate Han, Mamita, and I were on the American side, and Tito Ben, Tita E...

One bed, squared-off sheets.One toothbrush, pearl blue,one toothbrush, pink.The petitioner shuts the doorand hangs his hat.The beneficiary says,It’s time to lie down.The petitioner says,All right. Yes...