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Return of the Birds

We have been on bad terms since that morning my dad took me and my sister to Trafalgar Square. If it was not for my sister’s unreasonable love for the outdoors and my dad’s urge to please her, I would not have been there among conspiring pigeons and seagulls. 172 more words


A generation

Ali Darawshe. 18-month baby burnt to death by Israeli settlers. I wrote this in reaction to this event, while keeping in mind this event and likes of it have unfortunately been repeated consistently in the occupied territories.

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Poetry & Prose


Each poem is a new destination
like typing out an itinerary
with some nouns, verbs,
and rhyme.
While drinking wine
from old jelly glasses — 41 more words


My body of wisdom
Is flowing with crystalline flowers
glistening in the moonlight;
a sacred setting
. . . I’m dialing into Now.

I sing for remembrance, 43 more words


The song {a poem}

Your eyes are pulling shut, longing for the dark,

but your mind

races with thoughts

and memory

that look like life

and feel like death. 128 more words

Here & Now

Where Journeys Meet: The Voice of Women's Poetry

On my birthday earlier this year I received an email inviting me to be a part of this book project. It felt like a sign (and a gift) as I had not been sharing much of my writing for a while at this point. 101 more words



As if wars
were not enough —
with erections of men
and inflated egos; honor limp,
these bullies of humanity and beasts —
they clutch their guns, arrows, and stones… 26 more words