Prose & Poetry

The old year winds down. Brightly, and with extra warmth, these last few days will seem […]

The expedition was late getting off. Something about the ship’s dog not wanting to leave her

The wait for the biopsy result freezes time.           Clocks stop. Days and nights never end.

Refaat and Ghassan, silenced, left us with only letters,  echoes of verses and stanzas and now

I arrive at the venue to dance, but I am not yet dancing. A dam, beaver-like,

I am the Bak’was, forsaken in death to the Skull Crusher. Abandoned by the clan inside

Watch me, watch me now, watch me live before I die. Watch my days, my weeks,

The stars whisper secrets in the breeze, rustling leaves in the slumbering trees. The moon has