Carolina Ebeid

Jun 20, 2023 | poets.org | Leslie Sainz |Carolina Ebeid |Richard Blanco

After my left arm I washed my right, neck, décolletage, and navel. I ate ground meat with large crystals of imported salt. The women and men who would stroke my hair if I asked, I thought of them fondly then sadly. At the flea market, what I touched with a fingernail was a copper lamp, a mundane painting of mountains, the cashier’s hum. I bought nothing I didn’t want. In the cul-de-sac, I found clouds on leashes, loose roosters. I thought thoughts ugly as clothespins.

Feb 20, 2023 | poetryfoundation.org | Carolina Ebeid |Cindy Juyoung Ok

Carolina Ebeid’s Dauerwunder: a brief record of facts is distinguished in its sincere and unbroken attention toward the logistics of experience: The chapbook quotes Simone Weil to remind that such exacting attention can be synonymous with prayer.