Farewell

This leaving weighs heavy. To say farewell in the middle of hello. Like a mother to her son not yet grown into a man.   Eyes well with tears in places where people don’t cry. Hiding behind dark glasses. Or in the deep breath of a cigarette.   Weight like lead tugs on my heart. Tendrils of images weave ...

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Mirror

You are a mirror for me, Bosnia, and I love you for that. I love you for your people who can’t sleep.  I love you for your people who have to fill the painful silence with their own voice.  Or those who find they can no longer speak.  I love you ...

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The urge towards beauty

Snail, you cross my path and teach me a lesson The urge toward beauty slowly moves – like you – clear in its destination Cement and brick replace the ravages of mortar and flame Hands form lace in search of healing Green grows over land blackened with fire Paint gives new life to sniper nests ...

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The urge towards beauty

Snail, you cross my path and teach me a lesson The urge toward beauty slowly moves – like you – clear in its destination Cement and brick replace the ravages of mortar and flame Hands form lace in search of healing Green grows over land blackened with fire Paint gives new life to sniper nests ...

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Bosnia

I have traveled across the ocean to do nothing other than to meet humanity.  All of it.  For Bosnia is the human soul torn open for all to see.  Here, I begin to ask what, really, is the language of the soul?  There is so much more here than love. There ...

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