Hura  after January 25th When will it be that a generation has its baksheesh not as some grudging gineh tossed into a palm but as a sweet freedom dripping off of kunafa. A huriya lingering and sticky, smothering old bitterness, [...]

January 26th, 2011|Poetry|

25 – fi misr

With rain in hair, qahwa in belly and the cardamom still coating the insides of our noses, Cairo soaked through my shoes, socks and skin. Done in by puddle misjudgment, who-knows-what solutes were beginning to squat under my toenails from [...]

February 26th, 2010|Blog|

24 – dream things

The rinsing through of passing years puts a fair amount of stretch and fade in to the spaces between mistakes. Just three more minutes on this cycle and you will never have happened.

February 24th, 2010|Blog|

It runneth over

Food, friends, family; A full house makes for a big home.

January 5th, 2010|Blog|