Arts

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….

Light Upon Light

This, he says, is your path: See with your ears, hear with your eyes. We’ll bind your mouth shut with silk ribbons; the unborn…