the mayflies and the apple blossoms

A certain sadness to slow us down, is that what it takes? Or a gem in the road, and for a moment, without question, We give thanks or not. Today the apple trees seem full in bloom as if suddenly—and wasn’t yesterday a different story? Of course, my heart swelled in joy for them and…

The Loving Honesty of Heartbreak (in 5 poems)

I won’t act like I know what love is or write so certainly of it.  I know I have, and do often think of it, but so far every grand epiphany reminds me how vast of a concept love is.  I can speak of heartbreak and the beautiful breaking down the parts of ourselves to…

Letter to Arij, excerpt

Arij, Is Palestine still in your grips are you managing to keep a hold as it loosening from your fingertips Has your mind been affected by sleep of the hours you stay awake to unfold a package, never knowing what to expect one you’d rather not bother to even inspect, as sometimes oil drips from…