I don’t think I’d make a good God
Category: Poem
The fallen
Did you ever have, like me, a very favourite old oak tree?That sheltered you, when you were young – strong branches climbed or, from ropes, swung?Where creatures lived, lichens as well, and then, one windy dayit fell. Expecting loss,an empty space,one day, I visit that same placeI stand,amazed. Had I knownhow wondrous large those roots [...]
Mate’s rates
It pays I would say to have one of their own always right there at the end of the phone
I’m old
The patterns were nice, that the ice drew inside the windowpanes
The arc of the moral universe
Don’t listen to their whispers, that tempt you to stop trying. If we don’t fight for justice, our kids will do the dying.
Ali 