The Arrogance of Forgiveness

It takes a certain kind of arrogance to insult. A conceited, inconsequential kind of arrogance, I think, one laced with disdain and a secure sense of pride, the kind that goeth before a fall. It wouldn’t have mattered if he had said those things about me, likened my behaviour to that of a [...]

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Pencil shavings

I sink in reflections of
back alleys and waterways drowning in
submissive and tragic fallouts
from yarns spun in haste.
My finger tips prickle
and 3:00AMs come and go
while I struggle to write,
in pencil, so evidence can be
destroyed when need be,
but they don’t pen letters to me anymore
and my words are heedless, useless
and can’t protect from this
imminent daze of truth.
I [...]

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To God We Belong and Unto Him is Our Return

A thin white shawl draped over her head, my grandmother sits on a rickety old chair alone in the dark, the big house voiceless and lifeless in the early morning hour. Her head is lowered, her back slightly hunched, and her tongue kept busied with the remembrance of God, praising Him, thanking Him, entreating [...]

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