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Gaza in ash

November 20, 2012

He is carrying her

covered in ash

eyes still open

lying on a hospital table

in bright neon

looking up

but never seeing anything,

he kisses her face

holds her head

disarray of hair

black, thick

aged by a missile

a coward tank

the houses of rubble surround

demolition from above

but when we pray the sky is ours

to hold palms facing upwards

begging for mercy

demanding revenge

the expanse of a liberty

to reach for but never touch.



so abundant here


they are killing you

little children’s feet

are sticking out of white sheets

ravaged open for a camera

to disturb peace

to show everyone

how small this little girl is

how her woollen sweater

chosen for warmth now holds

no heartbeat

not even blood

from above it came

the crushing.





A father squats in the corner

wall behind him peeling

his daughters

three, five, seven, dead

she says

“May God give you others”

to die? To be greyed

and ashen

and limp?

Her eyes are still open

but they see nothing

they never knew


only filthy rags and plastic bags

a glory army meters away

human cages

children’s fingers always grey

faces smudged with ash

and winter

small bodies aged by the shades

of unrestrained war.



I have wept.


I have forgotten.


The shame

of everyday complaints

compared to


I am doing nothing

and most of me doesn’t want to know

doesn’t want to see

screams of the suppressed

innocence drained

Gaza I died today

but you are living in hell

and I wonder when all of it will end.


December 14,  2009



June Poetry in Dubai!

June 5, 2011

Join the Poeticians for a poetry reading Saturday July 11th at 7:30 pm in Citimax Hotel, Al Barsha. I’ll be reading a few poems so do come by!

For more info please check out and rsvp at the following link:


April 3, 2011


POETICIANS poetry reading Monday November 29!

November 20, 2010

Join us on Monday November 29th for another POETICIANS poetry reading in Dubai! This time with a new location at City Max hotel in Barsha, behind Mall of the Emirates. Starting at 7:30 pm. Come by, enjoy a drink, enjoy the words and support the POETICIANS in keeping this new venue!

For more details please check out the below link:!/event.php?eid=166211666746229


Bridging the Mediterranean

September 9, 2010

As anxious

as a trembling leaf

in stark A/C

beneath the covers

I catch sunrise through the curtains

and wince.

Lying on an aching mattress

beside the drone of ever spinning wheels

pushing asphalt into past.

Just as the road

divides, bends and

rises into bridges

let us for one day

put our differences

in the tires’ path.

Take my hand

not my sect.

Palm naked

bitter coffee read by wrinkles

and laughter from superstitious

old women speaking of hearts, snakes

and doves

contrasted by the judgment of righteous men

stoning and the veil

all those poor victimized Arab women

coming through in misinterpreted vowels

from your mouth

reaching for my necklace

laced with God and gold

notions abstracted from media

the devil’s propaganda machine

governments’ spew and extremism’s misguided glory.

I have no time these days it seems

to dwell on words tangled

in pre-assumed heaven.

I only have this tired body

willing shelter from gasping humidity and dust

from wooden crosses and holy men

smirking that “Good” is wrong

that the alter is where I should

bathe my body and wed.

My fingers long and tanned

slip out from under the duvet

reaching for my dark hair

symbol of my birthplace

wavy strands coiling like hips curving

past sunglasses

in the orange light of approaching sunset

by the sea

perhaps the Mediterranean

always as free as these thoughts

that within me lie and seep.

By Sarah Snowneil Ali

August 31, 2010



July 9, 2010

Light switch
the window lets the afternoon in
beige curtains unhinged
in disdain
couch sinks under my weight
refrigerator hums itself cold
A/C falls silent.
My body bending towards paper
free time
the non-action
in daylight
distant highway moans
screech past the bedsheets.
Your breath darling
would ease my nothingness
your presence
I pray for
in my unholy church
imagined mosque
a prayer for your comfort
for the jagged numbers
and now fading light
that you come to me
when the movement falls still
to whisper all is nothing
when your body and mine are wrapped tight
the meanings forgotten
and thinking’s sorrow forever erased.

By Sarah Snowneil Ali


*About Atelier Poetica*

April 1, 2010

Publishing, poetry, art, clothes.. Atelier Poetica is project aimed at publishing Arab authors who write in a foreign language. Combining art, poetry, words & literature, through chapbooks, creativity and poems made into art. The Flower Girl, a book of poems, by Sarah Snowneil Ali is the first completed chapbook by Atelier Poetica.