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Month: April 2021

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Posted on April 26, 2021April 26, 2021 Out of Theme Poetry

When the Bleeding Stops

The paper lies empty on my bed at night
And my pen won’t bleed anymore

Posted on April 26, 2021April 26, 2021 Out of Theme Poetry

Brain Dead

My blood is boiling,
My mind is running on a treadmill powered by broken thoughts,
shards here and there
all over the pillows and the sheets.

Posted on April 26, 2021August 17, 2021 Out of Theme Poetry

Soulmates

What if you fell in love with him? You fell in love with him in this whole new world, in this restricted, awfully tight skin. You fell. He didn’t.

Posted on April 12, 2021April 12, 2021 Migrations Poetry

Distorted

Now it remains
Just an image, a reflection
All else gone, and she wonders
Was it all in vain?

Posted on April 12, 2021August 1, 2021 Migrations Poetry

How Many Times

What is the difference anyway?
here and there feel the same when neither of them loves you back

Posted on April 12, 2021April 23, 2021 Migrations Poetry

Preparation for Flight

“Have faith” is ingrained
through repeated assurances
now called upon
by fingers rubbing nervously

Posted on April 6, 2021April 12, 2021 Featured Migrations Nonfiction Stories

Two Suitcases and a Heavy Heart

I buy flowers every Saturday and bake a few cakes; I even adopted a cat. Something is still missing. A carpet, maybe? Maybe, if it were the flying type that can take me back to Makhoul Street. But what if it were? What if I went back?

Posted on April 6, 2021April 6, 2021 Migrations Poetry

Maybe This Poem is Meant to be

Maybe when we abandon home too many times,
We stop finding it inside ourselves.
Maybe when we abandon home too many times,
It stops finding itself in us.

Posted on April 6, 2021April 12, 2021 Out of Theme Poetry

Peach Wine

He is everything I cannot be. Blessed be he
Who dips his fingers into pots of rain water
And turns them into peach wine.

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