Dark Light

Rise

Green parrots squawk across the apartment building’s courtyard,early morning light slips through the blinds, the way it glowsI…

The Years

One day, you’re 16 and cutyour thumb while shavingyour patchy beard, dropping your motherspink, now red disposable BIC,bleeding…

Beirut on Acid, trip I

She isn’t a city, she’s a heartbeat—restless, erratic, impossible to silence.skies ripple, their tides like memory,streets thrum with…