Memory
What is not said twice is forgotten once.
Poetry
Poetry
Poems by anthropologists and poets on place, memory and belonging.
Coffee Not Meant for Drinking
The first cup is for the guest, and the second for the sword,
A Wasm on Stone
A line, two lines, and a circle. He did not write his name,
To a Palm in a Courtyard
They did not plant you for shade, they planted you so the ground would stay occupied.
A Market at Dusk
The sellers fold away their voices as the mats are folded.
Clay Remembers
They say: this is an old wall. And I say: this is a breath that stopped.
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