poetry allows me to purge and process. its how I breathe.
create for me a pearl,angelical wisdom in pure white,hues of silk and milk,caressed in cream,that is what you are,a beaded necklace,with elegant clasp.a golden nugget to hold together each rosary, but it seems now each sphere has popped,slowly unravelling like Cairo’s beating sand,burning hands as they pass through fingerstrying to catch what is left,but it […]
a growing hunger,like that of a planet to its moon,how it orbits to in tune to one another,the way it awaits its decades to finally meet in a solar eclipse,a rare occasion,a fighting hunger,of a daughter wanting her mother,when she knows it will never be,of being defeated and learning that it will never change,that one […]