“The Streets”

As I was walking through my new neighborhood in Ankara I turned on my voice memos and got something down that I've splashed together with some field images and put up on Medium. Hoping for an audio file to follow. Enjoy!   https://medium.com/@tesswaggoner/the-streets-3402fb379d2d   

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Sitting on a Balcony / Refractions / You Can’t Go Home Again

I’ve been writing this for a long time. I remember sitting and sobbing on my balcony in Southwest So scared Sure, I was excited Today I’d call it heycanli But fear of the unknown Of non comprehension Of safety Clouded my eyes “What am I going to do?” I implored to sometimes roommate, sometimes guru, … Continue reading Sitting on a Balcony / Refractions / You Can’t Go Home Again

Imagine Her

This past semester I wrote a poem for my Intermediate Arabic class. It was composed in Arabic, but my translation appears below. I  post it today in remembrance and in solidarity with all those girls whose dreams are marred by the reality of occupation. May you find peace.  طفلة هنالك طفلة صغيرة فتخيلوها خدينها زهرية … Continue reading Imagine Her

“Arbitrary Moments of Nearly Painful Happiness”

"There are random moments —tossing a salad, coming up the driveway to the house, ironing the seams flat on a quilt square, standing at the kitchen window and looking out at the delphiniums, hearing a burst of laughter from one of my children’s rooms— when I feel a wavelike rush of joy. This is my … Continue reading “Arbitrary Moments of Nearly Painful Happiness”