Literature

The High Dweller

I live high up. Higher then that dirt road you see below, the one that embraces the foot of this hill I call home….

Image

I wish I were a song, a melody The love of a note, or a key, maybe a tender voice, or an allegory, because…

Contact

There is a reason why the skin is our largest organ. We were meant as tactile creatures, no matter Which power they say shaped…

An Apology

I’d like to apologize For a crime so great That it demands punishment severe I am sorry For being born With the wrong chromosomes…

Syria, With Love

I saw you cry today Go wipe yesterday’s tears away and carve a smile on your face You look presentable now, almost I soon…

The Unread

This poem is dedicated to Malala Yousufzai and thousands of other brave girls like her who put us to shame for our callousness as…

Where Is The Light?

  Spring came and Summer followed by Trees dancing with the breeze in a lonely field Only The true sound of your piano Under…

Just Stop

When you ask a question long enough It ceases to be one and just plays itself out In a loop Like a broken record….