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…