Coloring Borders

Some of us are born with the memory of a border. Long before we ever see one on a map. It makes me think Hinduism would have done well in Palestine. Reincarnation could explain it. A past life as reason for the memory at birth. Instead, we settle for inheritance as an explanation. But I... Continue Reading →



Trauma introduces therapy in the day to day. The long walk Underwater swims Train rides and buses to them Memories turned short stories And therapy introduces trauma to the same. The paralyzing song The suffocating scent Worst case scenario daydreams And what’s strange is that though I see Palestine everywhere, around every corner, the sounds... Continue Reading →

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