From a dazzling array of poetic techniques, Fuad's use of repetition to fashion pitch-perfect lyrics stands out, from tiny syllabic songs—'the inking of a ginkgo leaf'—to complex, emotionally freighted refrains, 'my mother’s mother’s remains remain at the morgue.' . . . For Fuad, language is a stubborn, tangible thing that bruises the body and, as the speaker says, created a 'swollen spot on the roof of my mouth where it met my teeth.' . . . Fuad's captivating poetry is totally her own."
― Booklist starred review
Being more “connected” than ever to the world, there can be a strange sensation in trying to determine where we end and where everything else begins. Fuad is the poet of this porous feeling, and she follows the tides of that ever-changing boundary. With its inventive, precise language, Portal makes clarity from noise.
― Paris Review
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