Month: April 2017

كلماتٌ حائرة

ماذا أقول لك يا سيدتي فقد عجزت كل أبجدية
وقفنا جنباً لجنبٍ على طرفِ وادي التَيم العذيّة
تحلق عيناي المغمضتين معكِ إلى مخيلةٍ ثرية
نمشي معاً يدً بيدٍ على شطئان الأحلامٍ الوردية

A Flashback

After spending few minutes suffering from the few who decided to protect planet earth by saving on the use of shower and deodorant, I was standing between two flights of stairs separating two of the colorful rooms at Powell’s Book. There were some shelves displaying some of the best sellers. I was browsing George Carlin’s book “Last Words”, when

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Late Autumn

The trees were long fed up with their color and the last leaf was falling to the ground. She was also fed up with her loneliness. But what she was afraid of happened exactly. She left alone, and in the way she always feared. Even worse, the people who came late to help were the

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