steps

You can't unmake or remake .. or break her.. because she picked her scattered bones from the womb of the earth, from thirsty sands and ocean pits and glued them to her soul with warm blood, hot tears, sweat and sticky hope.. and built  herself limb by limb from a faint heart beat, a ...Read More

footsteps

  You walk ahead of me. And I keep pace with you when I can. Often, I lose sight of you. Suddenly…when I look down at a pebble I trip on, if I look at one of the sights that lie ...Read More