We bleed to death
On pavements,
On roads,
On land
That welcomes us
In homecoming.
For what else are we,
But the land personified,
In drops of blood?
What else are we
But the lineage of the grains of sand…
poetry
Consolation & Refuge(e)
Consolation
I tend to notice birds more often
when sorrow savors my heart
every time i walk these familiar streets a stranger
I don’t know what prayer God is letting out
through migration
through rain
through this earthly misery
Last …
Daughter of Lightning
Loud.
It’s loud,
dark,
cold.
The rain is pouring down on Gaza.
Even the clouds weep,
witnessing this genocide.
Two young sisters,
holding on to each other,
shivering while the water pools around them.
There’s nowhere to go.
There are …
