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Where the Olive Tree Waits

In the rubble of a nameless street, a girl ties her hair with wire and counts the syllables of silence between missiles. She remembers a house — not the shape of its walls, but the smell of her mother’s bread, and the way shadows leaned gently at sunset. Each night, her father recites verses the world forgot, as if prayer could rebuild a roof. A boy plants a paper flag in the sand, not to claim the land, but to say: I was here.

ordinary/extraordinary

today, I choose to see the world as you do. 
 to revel in the ordinary- 
the wind in the trees and the sun on my face, 
the immeasurable, indescribable miracle that is simply being alive
I choose to find joy instead of stumbling into fear. 
I choose to forget comparison, to find contentment instead. 
today, I choose to see myself as you do. 
to revel in the extraordinary. 

We Watch It Sink Again (Requiem for Wreckage)

The ocean does not forget. It hoards the hush of screams unmet, its blue mouth stitched with secrets kept. A choir of ghosts who never slept. Even now, it exhales telegram wires, teacups with trembling porcelain fires, hair combs tangled with ghostlight curls, wedding bands sealed in salt and pearls. Grief dressed in barnacles and brine, etched in rust like a sacred sign. I read the headline yesterday: A final mission underway. To fetch what time has tried to steal, what salt corrodes but won’t conceal. Relics slipping toward disintegration, adrift like prayers without salvation. A scavenger’

Unspent Dawns

I arrived to you as a harbor battered by its own waves,
salt‑scored, muttering to gulls that never answered.
In your quiet courtyard my storms fell silent—
we planted lemons in the clay and their small roots
took hold the way forgiveness does: unseen, unhurried.

I walked the corridors of myself, lantern lifted,
so the dark could witness me no different
than the noon‑bright street.
Each shadow I carried bent to its knees,
learning the discipline of light.
I saw the old currents of impulse go quiet,
not hushed by force but eased by vigilance.

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