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Babylon

It’s been eleven years years since I was lost and found and then drowned myself in the polluted rivers of Babylon. Still, I swim.

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Life Raft

As you were drowning I sat down and prayed for you unaware that I was sitting on your life raft

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Generations

Generations pass and we inherit more and more apathy Generations pass and they inherit more and more tragedy Generations pass and we inherit more and more debt Generations pass and they inherit more and more dead

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Regret & Karmic Debt

Some nights I want to turn back the clock a decade or more, but I made my bed so I lay awake trying my best to forget wading through oceans of regret and karmic debt and one too many mistakes, … Continue reading

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Elegy for Alaa Mashzoub

Blind assassins can’t erase your words, written in ink, can’t erase your message. Thirteen bullets and they think they have silenced you   but ink outlives blood, and paper weighs more than rock, and scissors, they can cut off your … Continue reading

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It’s a Privilege

Our grandfather was a roofer and he spent his whole life busting his ass to provide for his working class children and then his working class grandchildren and then, when he was 68 years old he was repairing a chimney … Continue reading

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After The Fruit Is Gone

The green banana leaves lose their freshness and are outpaced by the younger leaves healthier leaves, greener leaves stronger leaves that block out the sun and the aging leaves below wind-battered, fade to yellow and wither to brown as the … Continue reading

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