Category: Poetry

  • Just Before the Healing

    There will be dayswhen I love you completely,when everything I say to youcomes out sweet at honey,when I can’t stop telling youhow much I hate being away,how much I’d rather be with you,have my arms around youwhile we cook together in your kitchen,or curl up in your bed on a cold, rainy afternoon,with a cup…

  • LOVE IS A FORTUNE COOKIE

    My fortune cookie told melove is the only true adventureand I understood then how I never wanted to arrive anywhere but the moment I met you.  I remember wanting to builda home there, when you calledme for the first time.  I couldn’t sleep for days thinkingthis is probably what everybody elsedreams of when they dream of love. I…

  • Jaded

    Jaded was my face before  you walked into our  favorite bakery.  I couldn’t ask the world  for more than to have you sitting across from me.   The cookies and tea  aren’t as sweet  as when you look at me. Months later,  I still wonder how I got so lucky. Honey, I can say in…

  • In Palestine

    In Palestine,  and I mean within  the holy walls of mosques,  prayers are incinerated at dawn.  I stand there collecting the dismembered limbs  of my people while the world watches behind  screens.  If moments of silence were held to honor our dead, the world would be silent indefinitely. If I, too, shall go amongst other…

  • [You who arrived]

    To you who arrived and sat tenderly on the hills and valleys of my heart, I am writing. Here, there are forests to wonder and hours to waste enveloped in pleasure. I have come to know you as perfume knows memory, as windows knows light, and as streets know the quiet after midnight. I have…