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Preorder: Here I am O My God by Dujie Tahat

Edition: 500 copies of the winning books were printed by the Prolific Group and designed by Gabriele Wilson, with covers by Dan Funderburgh.

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Here I am O My God is a spiritual text laden with swerves, gravity, and tragicomedy. It’s an echo of the Abrahamic contract with the divine concerning the eternally elemental we each carry within. —Fady Joudah

Dujie Tahat

Dujie Tahat is a Filipino-Jordanian immigrant living in Washington state. His poems have been published or are forthcoming in Sugar House Review, The Journal, The Southeast Review, Narrative, Bennington Review, Poetry Northwest, Asian American Literary Review, and elsewhere. Dujie has earned fellowships from Hugo House, Jack Straw Writing Program, and the Poetry Foundation, as well as a work-study scholarship from Bread Loaf Writers’ Conference. He serves as a poetry editor for Moss and Homology Lit and cohosts The Poet Salon podcast. He got his start as a Seattle Poetry Slam Finalist, a collegiate grand slam champion, and Seattle Youth Speaks Grand Slam Champion, representing Seattle at HBO’s Brave New Voices.


Ode To The Golden Hour On The Day Of Finalizing My Divorce

O thank god
you’re finally here
to ferry us into the dark
filtered through the firs
to remind me of my greenness.
Everything is green—
even my daughter’s open wound.
A cut on a scar on a knee.
I snapped
at the kids
all through dinner—
irritated at the slight of my nose & jaw
on their faces. You saw that, right?
You were right there on their brow,
pooled in the dimple of their chins.
I raised my voice & immediately
apologized. I think that’s growth.
Is that new growth, old love?
Maybe that’s unfair to ask of light.
After dropping off the kids,
I drove straight for the ocean.
Startled to have stopped, the shore
stippled in gold, I breathed in the salt
laced in gold. The driftwood got that shine
on it & broken shells flecked in gold.
Even the seabirds know the trick
of the golden hour is that it all ends in dark,
the second before the sun’s final
the second before the sun’s final snarl
offering blood in the sky.


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