illicit poems

barbed wire poetry Sonya Kassam

the loyalty of love or the love for loyalty

exit wound

a stab in the back leaves no exit wound, and though the emperor was aware of the answer even so he asked et tu, brute?

Strands of Saffron

Strands of Saffron Are those strands of saffron on the sand, or the trickle of blood from that faraway land? Where the crimson setting of the sun, bore witness to the grief of each one Are those stars twinkling up high, look closely… teardrops glisten in the sky The moon hunches over in sorrow, as … Continue reading Strands of Saffron