Prose & Poetry

I sent the others on ahead to steal some time alone. “Solitude is the price of

As a window shuts, a cavern opens to the core each bubble grafts to the wall

“All this time I’ve wasted has caught up to me,” he says to himself as he

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,