The Night Shift
Since Harun died–
was killed, that is–
Warda hadn’t had many visitors.
There was Khadduja,
who lived with her blind mother three houses down–
she sometimes came in for a cup of coffee in the...
Category: Poetry
Son and Heir
It was lovely for a while I thought he had it in him To do somersaults in the sky And land with a jubilant whoosh In a field of marshmallows pink and white I believed he could race against the wind...
Powerless
You lose your sense of reality if you are not part of civil society With material benefits comfort is what you find Practicing your rights however Delivers peace of mind You are allowed to raise...
To those of you who have passed away…
We feel for you But act we don't We share your pain But fight we won't We revel proudly in your courage As if it were our own For the impotent and weak Can drone on and on Our sympathies to your...