in the morning, المعادي قلبي انا مش عارف but, i want to know .قلبكم ،صباح الوَرد i reply - we greet الشمس on the plants, to songs...

It’s confusing, crying in the sea, wondering where my tears and the drops of water really begin and end. Or, I could say, where they join...

Over and over each prod of the needle is a moment after moment morphing into marked memory. Like a healer he plays pain into stains of my...

colour with a side of dust bits of pink splashes of blue senses of sea the steady chaos of crossing streets and calm swerving lines like...

when you fall in love all over the world, you are blessed with the trouble of many "see you sometime, maybe never's." but...

And so, my dear, I must unwind our hands, for this heart still beats with the river. 'Tis not yet ready to drop anchor and land, and so...