Negativity came like a nimbus cloud behind a giant shower head. I told myself: hold your faith instead. You don’t control all things. You just own your pieces. The devil never rests. But negativity? It expires. So let the day start as it often does — routine, quiet, no one’s to influence. Let it come....

I never could have guessed or thought That I would have to walk that path, A road with so much sorrow fraught, Paved only with reality’s wrath. But she, she treads it with such grace, A poise I couldn’t comprehend. It felt so safe to watch her pace, A dancer who could not offend. She...

Coincidence bid me dance, I followed, trusting the tune— but learned I never stood a chance. I thought I knew why I was there, until a woman reshaped the air, and I abandoned my mental canvas. Surely it was not by chance. I wondered if Aphrodite sent her, or Venus whispered my name as she...

The Boy and the Lie (for young readers) There once was a boy who wore a lie Like a mask he held up high. He’d tell untruths and for a while They’d hide his face, they’d make him smile. “I’ll tell a lie,” he’d say, “and then For just one moment, it might bend The...

Like Rain on Soil (A Poem for Henrik) Always remember you are one of a kind, A singular light with a unique mind. No one can dream what you alone can, You burn your own path like a steadfast candle. They might throw their words like a weak little joke, But you know their mistake—it’s...

Do we not see, or do we choose the night, Too blind to grasp the freedom of our light? Must we believe the kill-or-be-killed creed, That others wait to make our children bleed? So we militarize, a frantic race, Told it’s to guard a people, time, and place. But who are “the people” when the...

I hunger for a hue that is not red, Not the crimson of the wound, the scream unsaid. I thirst for a colour that is not blue, The deep despair of what we’re going through. So, colour me purple. Let the dye be deep, For the silent promises the violent keep. For the child’s wide...

Mein Sohn, Am Muttertag habe ich eine Antwort: du fragtest, was ich dir sagen will, und ich suchte nach einer Sprache, die dich nicht verloren lässt. Ich weiß, mir fehlt der Swag, der Ratschläge cool klingen lässt, dass meine Worte oft dumpf aufschlagen, wie ein nerviges Werkzeug. Aber würdest du mir glauben, dass auch ich...

Tante Negativität klopfte an der Tür, mit Zweifel als Gift, um mich zu destabilisieren. Doch ich kannte ihr Spiel, ich wusste genau mit ihr. Ich sah den Fleck, durchschaute ihr Game. Doch in meinem Herzen entfachte ich eine Flamme und sprach: „Komm rein. Wir sind nicht die Gleichen.“ Mein Geist ist eine Waschmaschine, stark und...

MY BEAUTIFUL BREATHING (If breathing be the food of life…) No, I have never heard of breathing receiving a location. It is one of those quiet, ordinary things we do without thought— ubiquitous as the very air, yet it determines our being alive. Many pray each morning, giving gratitude that they wake up still breathing....