they say hope is born

they say that darkness is our way to discovering the light in the days that light our way to smiles once shining the room with its beauty they say that moments of solitude… Read More →

Cold as Steel.

cold as steel her hands cold as steel as this brittle wind cracks her hands like an aged body too fragile for life to breathe in another sore moment of displacement .. cold… Read More →

they say that truth can be found in each other

they say that we find ourselves in each other in the way words will form to define the shapes that outline the shadows of our bodies into place, in the way our minds… Read More →

in the way Gaza can feel like home – we are one

your dead baby boys and girls are stars to your darkness lighting the moon with its shine against bombardments and shelling hate fills death with such destruction dusted off from the rubble they… Read More →

advice for now

mercy finds its place in childrens’ laughter as silliness makes you giggle untying the wraps tied too tight around this heart suffocating from holding on to a past memory building walls of darkness… Read More →

body finds breath

body finds breath on your un-shaven neck as these lips find place in formations embraced moments too rare to capture in memories filled with sorrow this is precious beautiful simple bare fortunate thankful… Read More →

Take me back home

Take me back home Wrapped in sheets From dusty refugee camps that speak of indignity and displacement. Take me back home and hide these scars witnessing murdered bodies covering the streets we once… Read More →

hardened heart

brutal bitterness has hardened this heart which once melted at the sight of your warmth no longer able to control the truth told in too many ways than one this heart has held… Read More →

closer

every breathe that leaves me is enriched profoundly by your humble love in a way that cannot be revealed in scriptures or read in story books of once-upon-a-times or captured in images held… Read More →

Stubborn nights search for truth …

Stubborn nights tug at the sheets for eyelids that refuse to drape over the thoughts that circle within. A merry-go-round in painful repetitions, thoughts formulate in emotional masks, buried from our reach. These nights… Read More →