For Syria, My Love

Death is maturing my love Its greed for blood has grown Silent it is not these days Quiet no longer Tags of sectarian labeling sought out Simply death is not enough Torture of bodies still in shock of the reality of the moment before the end Disbelief of the situation reached “I’m almost home dear” […]

A Story My Own*

what rules, what laws, what principles do you play with straight line boarders hallowed, imaginary is all they really are in minds engraved, in beings branded what lines do u follow, what straight path are you retreading, worn down stones markers of previous travelers, all confused, unsure of who they are or what they want […]