Category Archives: poem

Why?

Why did these men in black steal my house with all my things in it, saying my house is theirs, that it belonged to their family before it belonged to mine? How could that be, as my great-grandfather Hamid built … Continue reading

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Little one

Who are you, little one, and where is your mother? Are you lost, or just exploring, as my children used to do? Is that your mother I hear calling? It must be, as you cock your head, turn and go. … Continue reading

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Every little once in a while

                Every little once in a while there is a song, a murmur, a hope. Every little once in a while there is life, and singing, and cheer. If what you want is … Continue reading

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Family

What is a family? Is it made up of people related by blood, or does it include friends? My family includes both — a hodgepodge of people, a cousin here, my brother and his wife, a nephew and a niece, … Continue reading

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Blue sky

Outside, a clear blue sky, not a cloud anywhere, the bluest of blue lighted by a bright winter sun.  

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Jerk

    Jerk is a word that shows contempt. We don’t talk with jerks, we ridicule them, push them away, and call them names. So when I read an article online about an elector on his state’s electoral college who … Continue reading

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At Starbucks, Naebo Aeon Shopping Mall, Sapporo

Music and chatter in the background. On the “street” in front, people pass by, reminding me of a sidewalk cafe years ago in Mexico City’s Zona Rosa. The main difference, aside from language, is no coffee with cinnamon here.  

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