al-majus

prose

  • Dāstāngo

    I sometimes feel despondent when I think about Al and how obsolete it is making writing as a profession – a craft which many of us have spent decades and fortunes honing (a privilege in itself, I know). It’s painfully obvious returning to social media after just a short hiatus that Al is everywhere –…

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  • It’s What They Say

    April 7th, 2026, 17:45, Landskrona, Sweden Written in response to the President of the United States’ threats today. With notes based on Annie Jacobsen’s book, Nuclear War. They say your skin melts. And your clothes. And your shoes. Melt right off. And your insides become your outsides. I think of their pretty olive skin. Hers…

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  • West Asians in America

    We flee the Empire’s breath of fire and run into its mouth for shelter. Once swallowed, we take a seat in the Monster’s belly and watch from his beady little television eyes as our loved ones who are left behind burn and die. And so it is that we exchange our vulnerability for culpability. The…

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