My aunt’s ring
was a rope. A gold band, twisted with smooth knobs. She, and my father, and their mother, and their neighbors, and their village, left behind orchards, the fruit & farmanimals, because the occupationbecame close enough…
Bellingham Review Contributor
Rema Ghassan Shbaita
Rema Ghassan Shbaita was acknowledged by The Atlanta Review as the Dan Veach Young Poet of 2019, does not consider dandelions weeds, and is allergic to grass. You can find some of Rema’s work in PacificREVIEW, the Mosaic Art & Lit Journal, with the Inlandia Institute, and in Heaven Looks Like Us: Palestinian Poetry distributed by Haymarket Books.
Stones So Upset, They Turned Themselves Over
Winner of the 2025 Tobias Wolff Fiction Award In the car, Chicken’s head thumps against the window every time the screws rattle, which is always. So it sounds like krrrCHrattle thHumpB and then the spitting of the car’s exhaust. It’s an old…