

Old Friend
Old friend,
It’s been a while, years, since we’ve said anything at all, so this may seem out of the blue.. or maybe not because I won’t even send it through.
There has been a revolution. I don’t know if you’ve heard? I’m sure you must have, wherever you are in the world.
The day has finally come. Didn’t I tell you, that it would? As you sent those applications, As you sipped on your wine and bitched about the traffic, the people and the times. I told you every time you l


Revolution of Hope
Where am I?
I’m floating on marching souls
And I must be dreaming.
The ground beneath us
Rejoices at the beat of their soles.
I can see them
Lo and behold
Lassoing a towering cross
And tugging at the bright side of the moon.
I can see them
A wave of blazing flags
They turn and they toss
With a common sense of loss.
I see women chained to the night
Their immortalized bodies
cutting even through spikes.
I see their children
Their cheeks a fiery red
Now that to


Dear Lebanon
There’s a wound in you
That challenges us not to love
so we could love, regardless
There are people in you
That are intolerant and ignorant
So we learn to tolerate, regardless
There are ideas entrenched within you
That we should not stand close
When they kneel to a different god
Or to no god at all
So we stand close anyway
There are places within you
That are devoid of hope
So that we could hope anyway
There is a darkness
That hovers over all of your tomorrows


Better let it go
“But it’s normal”
She looked at me with ease.
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“What do you mean?”, I answered.
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“It’s normal, that when lovers part
they leave
And choose to never again
swim against the stream”
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My eyes now a full circle,
draped in the light of a sunbeam.
“But by normal, what do you mean?”
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“It’s normal”, she said.
“Expected, that people want to seal broken doors
Live to forget all the “once upon a times” and “befores”.
Normal that they choose to dive head first