Dalia Elhassan – Michigan Quarterly Review

Dalia Elhassan

Dalia Elhassan is a Sudanese-American poet and writer living in NYC. Her work has been featured in The Kenyon Review, The Oakland Arts Review, Rattle #59, and most recently in the New-Generation African Poets Series (Sita) with her chapbook, In Half Light (2019, Akashic Books and the African Poetry Book Fund). She is the recipient of the Hajja Razia Sharif Sheikh Prize for nonfiction and was shortlisted for the 2018 Brunel International African Poetry Prize. She can be found online @daliaelhassan.

conversation about home

Published in Spring 2024 Online Folio            after warsan at a gathering i laugh and say            i don’t believe in nationalism. the first time i go to sudan            i arrive on a travel document, green like the mountains            i’ve never seen, green like the second layer            of the red sea. i’m in a boat with my […]

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Published in Spring 2024 Online Folio            after warsan at a gathering i laugh and say            i don’t believe in nationalism. the first time i go to sudan            i arrive on a travel document, green like the mountains            i’ve never seen, green like the second layer            of the red sea. i’m in a boat with my

jidu (n.): origin, sudanese*

Published in Spring 2024 Online Folio the day my grandfather dies i am fast asleep my mother wakes me up and her face is a wash of grief i wonder what i can say for all the absent men in my life i don’t really remember him, just the wrinkle beneath his left eyebrow, the

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Published in Spring 2024 Online Folio the day my grandfather dies i am fast asleep my mother wakes me up and her face is a wash of grief i wonder what i can say for all the absent men in my life i don’t really remember him, just the wrinkle beneath his left eyebrow, the

everything, everywhere all at once

Published in Spring 2024 Online Folio the basement to crying is laughing. after the movie, my girls & i wand our grief into cups of shai as if it were honey. over tea, yi tells me you are safe in this feeling.             i don’t say to her i have never known safety. instead, i

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Published in Spring 2024 Online Folio the basement to crying is laughing. after the movie, my girls & i wand our grief into cups of shai as if it were honey. over tea, yi tells me you are safe in this feeling.             i don’t say to her i have never known safety. instead, i

homegoing

Published in Spring 2024 Online Folio i claim the corner seat on the back of this pickup truck with my uncles whose skins are the color of freshly ground bun and habahan we’re five hundred miles east of the place where the white and blue nile meet i come from a country where all we

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Published in Spring 2024 Online Folio i claim the corner seat on the back of this pickup truck with my uncles whose skins are the color of freshly ground bun and habahan we’re five hundred miles east of the place where the white and blue nile meet i come from a country where all we

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