"Dedicated to 'the girls,' BINT revolves around the intricate and violent wounds of girlhood. In concise and muscular poems, the author’s vision shines clear as a prism: she sings of lost places, of the body’s frail and wondrous secrets. I was immediately taken with this marvelous voice."

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— Aria Aber

Hard Damage

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“Ghinwa Jawhari writes an elegy for girlhood in the diaspora, ‘its tightly wound calamities, its fears.’ Each poem is a spare song that asks: ‘when will you shake that trespass,/ the sense you belong elsewhere?’ Longing permeates the landscapes of these poems, rises up from bodies and cities and inherited memory. This is a truly remarkable debut.”

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— Lena Khalaf Tuffaha

Water & Salt

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"Ghinwa Jawhari’s BINT is an absolute wonder. In these striking, elegant poems—which she dedicates to “the girls”—Jawhari has created an astonishing meditation on gender, violence, dislocation, and love. Throughout the chapbook, she investigates the unrestrained, precarious world of girlhood and the body, of shame and honor, reclamation and desire: “without consent my small body erred/into hair-tainted womanhood,” she recalls, later writing, “i went blonde as one goes insane…i starved my hips. i wore english like a ring.” Jawhari attends to memory and nostalgia with real tenderness—“When will you shake that trespass,/the sense you belong elsewhere?”, the speaker asks of herself and, by extension, of the reader. An exquisite chapbook."

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— Hala Alyan

The Twenty-Ninth Year

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"In BINT, Ghinwa Jawhari renders a lush, evocative world distilled. Her poems—some as brief as a few lines—juxtapose the everyday beauty and violences of girlhood and coming of age. This is a poet whose eye is sharp and ever watchful, refusing to turn away. Through its gaze, we see the sun as “a cored nectarine,” platoons sucking from “ruined cigarettes along the cleft lip of the corniche,” earth “red as afterbirth.” Girlhood: a trial “we pass through & barely remember.” I am grateful there are writers like Jawhari making sure we don’t forget."

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— Leila Chatti

Deluge

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“Ghinwa Jawhari’s BINT stands at the crossroads of history and humanity. Each poem is a haunting. From ruminations about about lost homelands, to the challenges of Arab womanhood, each poem acts as a meditation on the power and limits of language. The silence between each word is often as devastating as Jawhari’s words themselves.”

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— Thrity Umrigar

The Space Between Us

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“With exquisite precision, Ghinwa Jawhari’s BINT inhabits the difficult & multiplicitous landscapes of memory: of body, of family, of country & negative image. ‘You are guilty of our memory,’ writes Jawhari in one poem, while another poem titled ‘tazahar’ reads: ‘we only uttered words we knew / sang only songs we remembered.’ Just as Jawhari’s speaker finds divinity in body and memory of, so too do the bodies of these poems find God in line, syntax, and breath. BINT is an extraordinarily well-crafted debut—Jawhari is certainly a poet to watch and scream about!”

— George Abraham

Birthright