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Shehab Albalooshi

My work serves as a personal cartography of exile and resistance, written to navigate the 'shattered glass' of a displaced identity. In the spirit of the Beat Generation, I seek to transform a private 'howl of madness' into a rigorous philosophical inquiry against the machinery of thrall. By weaving historical and theological threads together, I strive to move beyond individual suffering toward a shared, universal resilience found in the eternal march of man..

Insipid Beasts Buried in the Snow

On top of Mount Kilimanjaro or buried deep in the snow...

On top of Mount Kilimanjaro or buried deep in the snow, we marched as cacophonies and blank silhouettes.

Enamoured

There once was a girl in Manama; She fell apart, enamoured.

Only Words Remain

Only words remain, perched above, all alone in the aftermath.

My Murk Stolen by the Morn

Confessions whispered through peppered dreams

The Final

I was the weeping murder-pain of Heraclean, mighty swords and murder-meteor-murder ash.

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