Story on Canvas

The reflection gazed back at the relentless sea To capture the specter of the escapee Inside the hollowness of the spirit The word has become silent From all the madness set free In lieu of each brittle branch of an old tree Sever the blossoming leaves one by one Stare toward the cloudless sky and …

At this time of year …

At this time of year, I recall a particular moment in life… I was six years old in first grade (two weeks before Christmas) and my teacher, Ms. Nabila, at a Catholic school asked me to get up in front of the class and recite the Holy family’s journey to Bethlehem. So proudly I stood …