Consolation
I tend to notice birds more often
when sorrow savors my heart
every time i walk these familiar streets a stranger
I don’t know what prayer God is letting out
through migration
through rain
through this earthly misery
Last …
poetry
Daughter of Lightning
Loud.
It’s loud,
dark,
cold.
The rain is pouring down on Gaza.
Even the clouds weep,
witnessing this genocide.
Two young sisters,
holding on to each other,
shivering while the water pools around them.
There’s nowhere to go.
There are …
