[tabby title="Poem"] As random targets make their markon map of slaughtered children, schools,cartography is shouting loud.With carpet laid of civil bombs,confused in strategy and aim,ignoring culture, history,with nation’s fruit of martyr’s blood -this Babel, the language of war. While country’s...

[tabby title="Poem"] Like a shelter from the storm — my arms are your home.Like a tree standing tall, my presence is your shield.I'm the well that never runs dry,a river flowing through every curving bed.In me, you'll find strength —...

[tabby title="Poem"] I wish I were a writer…So I could find the exact words toexplain my emotionsTo write down every thoughtinstead of drowning in them,To call for help in a language otherswould understandTo turn screams in my chest intoa masterpiece...

[tabby title="Poem"] The hugger’s wish has a touch of joy,Like ice from the old pond ridge,Delivering block ice for the fridge,Weekly arriving by the ice-man employee. He gave kids a free piece to melt and chew.How we waited for that...

[tabby title="Poem"] Why should we barter for sanity? I believe there is none left; it is lost along with hope in history.How do we repeat the same feat, infected by the same disease, and let lies be our remedy?How does...