Daily Archives: February 27, 2007

I. She talks to plants & animals; & boasts of a green thumb, they say. Such habit of the mind to keep modern savages from her door: the bad news beasts she reads everyday, the state of disarray that accompanies … Continue reading →

He was young, tucking his Batangas balisong in his back pocket, his tight maong jeans hugged his limbs like he were James Dean, a half-lit cigarette ashen at the tip perching on his lips like some tough dude’s scowl, Don’t … Continue reading →

“…Six impossible things before breakfast,” says the queen, assuring him that all’s not lost. Nothing to make him disbelieve that hope, like the sun’s long arm, can’t reach into that dark corner where his heard hides like a thief & … Continue reading →

The dinosaurs are still roaming around. So when asked if he could like to join the troops who are up in arms he felt like an idiot chained to a chariot’s wheel & dragged down the muddy road: They’re flushed … Continue reading →

The world is dust returning to dust – an old story but ever a new one like that wicked uppercut we knew coming but didn’t see. & the cross of ash on our foreheads? We never really fathom the ceremony: … Continue reading →

When the campus march started to move, Roland quickly meshed with the group urging this onlooker to join the parade. He was a doubting Thomas & stuck to his guns at the margin, bidding the young doctor, sporting a Mohawk … Continue reading →

So he droned on the kids flabbergasted by his pedagogical sneer why history is a bummer: People are afflicted with amnesia, he arrogantly pontificated as if he had discovered Yamashita’s loot. Would a revolution regain its force as intimately foretold? … Continue reading →

But what if we share a common bondage, a common solitude? Is it fair for both of us? I write & contaminate you with this terror Of being alone- helpless, floating & adrift in an ocean of forgetfulness, of memory … Continue reading →

Words get in the way, of course, there’s so much to tell but none is worth telling. The right word for the right situation at the right time comes only once in a blue moon if it comes at all. … Continue reading →

I’m a naturalized Canadian citizen but a Syrian by birth. But they sneered I was a terrorist. So they cuffed & put me in a plane  for Damascus where they were ready with their electrodes. Their European allies turned me … Continue reading →