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” […]

Cold Tears

i wake up with a heavy heart hope, lightly clutched within trembling fingers, as it struggles to fly away news left then right, screams then cheers explosions unknown gunshots from fireworks events broad casted on silver screens, mirrored but unseen words tweeted, clashing in tone of voice and hesitant fear the yes’s and no’s merging […]