By |January 11th, 2011|Categories: Poetry|

Ducts It is better for my mother to cry over the poems I'm driven to write than that which drives me to write poems.

My Mother

By |January 3rd, 2011|Categories: Poetry|

Ummi, softer than stone and stronger, has run between Safa and Marwa for as long as I've breathed. At her feet gush the springs of home and hereafter.