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...
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...
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...