Poetry

The summits of the Pride Mountains are so high that they could not be conquered. Glorious to the eyes but tiresome to caring hearts. And the trails to the Valley of Compassion are now long forgotten. It seems we’re entrapped in a war zone you call Ambition. Deep, deep within the...

Find us a rainbow at the end of the stormFind us a rendezvous where we can weave a dreamFind us a sunshine at the end of the nightFind us a garden cove where we can share a dreamFind us a shelter where we...

The more this land drinks blood,the smaller the people getThe more people get smaller,the more their memories get scaled downWhittled down, all they recall noware the steps taken awayThe words not present,the color of lossBreathing and crying for they know not what.A man...

Once the lake water was salty.History points to a volcano islanderupting and cutting offan inlet intothe open sea.The town natives still referto this lake as dagat.It must be habit how timecurates an offinga small opening flowing its wayto the bloodstream untilthe mouthmythologizes into a...

It’s 20 minutes after 8 in the eveningAnd everyone is readying themselvesFor another wretched night of fragile safety.Air raid sirens bellow throughout Kiev and Kharkiv and all over UkraineAs the ceaseless roar of rockets and missilesDart throughout the merciless winter night.The huddled masses...

Seaward Escaping the harshnessof a pandemicI swim for this                                                        antipathy to endlike sandscapes wheresea turtles go underto lay...