House Arrest I was once a prisoner. Prisoners are often kept behind bars and gates, under lock and key, but not me. I was a prisoner behind a screen. A window screen, a wire mesh stained with blood and the putrid flesh of a hundred flies. My keeper kept me under, complacent. My keeper kept
Author: Sam Zamrik
Sam Zamrik, born in Damascus and third-year student in the Humanities, the Arts, and Social Thought degree at BCB with a concentration in Literature and Rhetoric has been officially admitted to Weiterschreiben, a portal for literature from regions of war and crisis. His poems will be translated by Monika Rinck and he will be represented by the renowned literary agent Elisabeth Ruge. Sam is currently finalizing his poetry cycle Sophistry of Survival, parts of which he presented and discussed in “Real Talk” on February 4 at the Volksbühne.
Knead & Other Selections
Knead… the earth with rain, and let it fain the glaring lips of the sun. Knead the earth. Pour your mortar among molded bricks and molten sand. Knead the earth, and erect your dwellings high. For like the shrub pierces the womb and sprouts from the face of Mother, you, too, shall wreak ruin. Reign