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..

What's Laid Bare?

What’s laid bare inside the animal skin I sometimes call my self?

What’s laid bare inside the animal skin
I sometimes call my self?

Have You Forgotten Your Self?

Have you forgotten the missiles, the hailstorm, how we all stood outside with buckets and gathered ice cubes that tasted like nothing?

My Father Was a Drunken Fool

I then became a firestorm. I then became the slithering voice.

I then became a firestorm. I then became the slithering voice. I then became a burden for this world to bare.

Beauty Has Come to Lament Your Name

How hideous and ghastly, it has succumbed.

I Am Become Your Tomb

I am the wasteland. I am the many graveyards of men.

Here to whisper your soul
Into slivers and shreds.

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