Khalil Gibran: Broken Wings

“Solitude has soft, silky hands, but with strong fingers it grasps the heart and makes it ache with sorrow. Solitude is the ally of sorrow as well as a companion of spiritual exaltation.” ~ Broken Wings Sometimes, very briefly, I wish I could empty my identity, to dissolve any sophistication of thought and be mentally…

Forgiveness, One. Friendship, None.

After a busy day at work, today I chose to do some self-reflective practice and gave myself time to remember the raw emotion I was feeling after a person who had hurt me asked that we try to be friends. This came as a shock and I was confused at the time. The emotions were…

South of the Nile Delta

I think I have made a serious mistake, I thought to myself as I was crammed into a mini-van on my way through the Sinai Peninsula with two other women, both from South America. It was deep into the evening and there he stood at the van entrance, his eyes gleaming at me suspiciously as he…

Mona

She tilted her head sideways, observing how the silk fabric accentuates her glossy lips. ‘I look good,’ she thought rather surprised as she rolled her head over to the other side. She managed through the rubble of stuff to take several steps back despite the tight space, her clothes and shoes spread across bed and…

Cracked In Two

His cold hand sinks down on my chest Burdened by a heavy wheeze, a –                               breathtaking passion dances to the fervent pressure, pushing down at –                     besotted sounds, springing forth from this…