I think I am, at times, a disgruntled expatriate - a result of momentary disillusion that the grass is greener on the other side when instead I chance to see this "better place" at its proverbial spring time, (that is to say that I was a stricken in the honeymoon phase of living abroad and … Continue reading Me as an am
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Di-brine Intervention – A Poem
They were hunted down, taken, and sent asunder. When unwanted was there placed ignominy. Long had their presence, their aura, their existence disgusted me. An abhorrence, a detestation were both to them a moniker. The cries of thousands of their brothers I left in a brown paper cemetery would go unheard, unregistered in my ears … Continue reading Di-brine Intervention – A Poem