Trigger warning The crack in the door, reminds me of the crack in my mind. A memory from long ago wanting to come out. No! I demand, pushing it back. …

Spoken Word — The storm inside of me takes me by surprise. It whirls and dances to unrecognizable tunes. Explosive bursts of anger crashing against my ribs, beating at the doors of my chest. Muffled screams trying to be heard, echoing through my pulsing veins, stuck in my throat, unable to come out. …

Spoken Word Script — My heart said, I keep beating all the time since the moment you were conceived. No breaks, no time off, I can’t stop…or you will stop. All along, I carry your pains, love, aches, heartbreaks, and fears. Sometimes I can’t help but race, knock at the doors of your chest…

A poem —

A Poem —

In the loving memory of Shireen Abu Aqla

They say parents love their children unconditionally, but I personally disagree. I am not saying that parents do not love their children, however I am saying it is most definitely for the most part a conditional kind of love. …

spoken word poetry — I drew in a shuddering breath as I took a step forward. My bare feet felt unnaturally cold on the asphalt, and I paused for a moment to watch the fingers of a lone cloud. A drop of dew clung desperately to the fragile surface just before it snapped under…

A poem —