Some news, with a heavy heart and gratitude for the people who fight to keep Palestinians alive, despite. My next poetry collection, WHEN THE ARAB APOCALYPSE COMES TO AMERICA will be published by @haymarketbooks in 2026.

Fargo Nissim Tbakhi's TERROR COUNTER made the longlist for the National Book Award!! I urge you to buy it from @Workshops4Gaza's store @openpoetrybooks, where all proceeds are currently going to @sameerproject's direct medical aid campaign in Gaza:

Who are you being disciplined into grieving for today?

"that requires a compromised Palestinian voice or a broken Palestinian body to hold up. Nima’s poetry uncompromisingly resists & exposes that hypocrisy...lay[s] bare our failures & the many small deaths we die each day before the enormity of life, or what remains of it, in Gaza."

"Nima...is a Palestinian poet surviving genocide in Gaza, insisting on poetry that overcomes the most horrific timelines. She is a living Palestinian poet in every sense. Her voice & her language shame & expose the politics of necromancy that pass as solidarity, a necromancy..."

There are no more laws or principles to invoke, no more awareness to raise, no more arguments to make. Israel and the US have wiped the board clear with their brutality. The only remaining task to to build what power we can: to survive, to resist, to outlast the wrath of Samson

How many more massacres will it take for Western journalists to grow a spine? To stop parroting Israeli propaganda? To boycott their press conferences? To raise hell in the newsroom? Is this the life you have imagined for yourself, a life of rancid hypocrisy and cowardice? Tfeh

if anyone plans on assigning, purchasing or materially amplifying this book in any way shape or form, please grow up. i pray to the heavens this lands in the 90% clearance bin by my libra bday if not before.

I am tired of hearing my own voice, of watching so many people have ample words & no actions. I have seen those who repeat my words, online & off, to justify their own inaction. If you've seen, I've seen it! Please quote me with your actions to stop genocide. Let the words die.

RIP Sonallah Ibrahim, the great Egyptian communist novelist. A huge loss.

Part of why I haven't been on here as much this year is that I'm trying to make sure I'm doing the things I talk about. Talk to the people in your daily life, the people you're close to, even if they're far away. Don't miss doing the obvious just bc it is obvious & hard. 🪨🌱

I have no patience for arguments about who has "rights" or "a right"--I have no eyes, ears, or hands for such deathmaking navel-gazing. Fiddling while the myths burn! I only want to know who will stop genocide. Will it be us, will it be you? There is no one else.

Then, match your donation with a contribution to Bridge of Solidarity, a new mutual aid organization in Gaza, based in Khan Younis.

We commend Kori's courage for speaking out against PEN America and putting his livelihood at risk for Palestine; we stand with him amid this repressive and racist treatment. Please support him here:

"On March 25, PEN America fired me for living up to their mission" writes Kori Davis on his termination from @PENamerica after he shared articles critical of Zionism to the internal listserv. Davis now shares how the free speech organization betrays their mission and employees.

PEN America claims to support free speech, but fired me for speaking about Palestine https://t.co/G4SXagHE5M #Palestine #Israel

W4G is doing the Sealey Challenge! To make it possible for the members of our collective, we’re doing it as a group. That means, instead of one person setting out to read a book of poems each day, our goal is to have one person from our collective read a book of poems each day.

My new poem in the yet new phase of genocide Your Tweet Says It All In three days it’ll be 666 revolutions around itself since the earth has spun my annihilation. I acknowledge the land you’re standing on.

"We are not used to death, and we will not get used to it just so you can applaud us for our artificial fortitude"

Did the boy eat the apple? A sentence whose elements are death, no grammar to parse. What’s the reward for fasting? A bale of hay. Do you love me? I’m hungry.