A black bird on the road
A black bird opened its wings which were white underneath and let me read the message sent by the high winds which gushed through the valley. Do not cross roads with me. I am...
A black bird opened its wings which were white underneath and let me read the message sent by the high winds which gushed through the valley. Do not cross roads with me. I am...
The sound of water from where it comes, to where it runs. Heaving as it passes under the bridge. Murmuring in the brook on the green. Roaring as it falls down from the height....
Why do you have to wait for the spring rain to water the red lilies? I asked the keeper? I have enough tears hidden deep in waiting to soak the dry earth so the...
Everything comes to an end the breeze whispered to the weeping willow. Our tale was a tale written on the bricks of a dead-end street, ***. On an old town where the keeper had...
Sometimes as the night falls from the sky and the clouds hide the pale moon and the silence settles inside and out the unfinished dream of a summer night wakes up to the fragrance...
If I were half a century younger, the woman sitting next to me, in the white corridor saturated with the odours of people confessed: “I would not shy away from falling in love with...
What if I haven’t departed so fast and waited for the first spring flowers to bloom? What if love hadn’t been erased from the memory of the garden? What if I had known your...
A poem for Palestine This world which has conceived So much misery In her bloated womb Must be blown up by A suicide bomber An American bomber An English bomer Or Sa’adam Hossein’s Weapons...
The syllables of your names fills my heart with love. It is with much pride and jubilation that I remember the paths you crossed from childhood to the adolescent in this land, which was...
Date: unknown I searched her eyes And Particles of an old sob Rained on the floorboards Of the hostel Where the young Refugee girl Who fled from the Jungle On top of a lorry...