Husam AbboudHus☐
the garden

Capture. Root. Free.

Every crossing leaves something in us we can’t always name.

Everything I write moves through three verbs. A note enters as a capture — raw, dated, unpolished. If it survives, I root it: trace the observation to its origin until it holds. A few are freed — refined and published, no longer mine to protect.The verbs are growth stages, not folders. A freed essay keeps a back-link to the root it grew from.

captureimmediate observations, drafts
  • Courtship feeding2026-07-02 Birds bring food they do not need to give. Noted, kept raw.
  • Pro tips2026-06-14 Small operating rules I keep repeating to friends.
rootthought-through, traced to origin
freerefined, published work

·Verse

Some of what gets freed is not prose. Poetry crosses here in two languages.

reel“she, the vessel” — bilingual poetry. instagram.com/reel/DY2PVLZpz0H
photoJasmine, for Damascus — poem on paper. instagram.com/p/DR_M24gDapb