On Trace of The Tide, he says:
“Trace of The Tide is a commons shaped by the trace of twoness:
between the human and the more-than-human;
an opening that restores to humanity the capacity to tremble;
a space beyond the course of binaries;
an expanse where the lexicon of synonyms opens upon the dust of opposites;
a vast meadow of endless possibilities.
A living horizon where creation moves, possibility takes form, and returns to transform again between stories and mujaawarah—companionship, proximity, and shared life.
I am the Moon of the Wolves; I do not possess the language of humans with which to bear witness. Everything I utter is a howl above Trace of The Tide, and everything you hear is a wail for the homes that vanished and the names the waves swallowed, without swallowing their trace.
Arch of Triumph
There, I used to take shade beneath it,
receiving, from the gate of the sea,
the evening breezes, brimming
with the alphabets of pottery.
And if a night went mad around us,
from the darkness I would see my beloved’s face,
washed with the dew of day.
Slowly, she speaks to me,
her voice carrying the details of longing,
and the horizon vowed to an hour
pregnant with the colours of joy.
Do not destroy their arches, you who tamper with them.
“Gouraud” will not return.
For a thousand Maysaluns and Maysaluns
are waiting for you.
Do you not see?
this city must throw itself into its sea, must wash itself clean of the dust of war; the seawater must cover all these open wounds, so that it may heal once and forever, O Gaza.
I am a human being. I do not need to be defined by those who hold power and authority within a dominant narrative that differs from what I am. I am simpler than all their definitions. I love the sea and the sun; I love human beings, language, and connection. All people walk along the line of love — so let us make for ourselves a coherent line that we all hold onto, far from all classifications, upon the Trace of The Tide.
