They told me to pour my heart into everything I do, so I poured and poured and poured. I gave of myself, my passion, my soul, until I was emptied of all but echoes of my former self. Now they ask me why I’m so empty, and I say I want a little sugar, kindness in my bowl. I gave my all, my love, my fervor, until I was a vessel drained of its essence. I poured my heart into the world, into the dreams, the hopes, the endeavors, until I was left hollow, yearning for the sweetness of compassion, … Continue reading Let me fill my bowl with the sweetness …

Those who dismiss the unemployed and dependent as ‘parasites’ fail to comprehend the intricate dynamics of economics and parasitism. They fail to recognize that a successful parasite is one that operates unnoticed by its host, one that can manipulate its host into working for it without appearing burdensome. In a capitalist society, the ruling class embodies this concept, subtly extracting wealth and labor from the masses while avoiding the label of being a burden. Neoliberalism, with its emphasis on deregulation, privatization, and free market capitalism, can be likened to a new form of fascism. It perpetuates a system where the … Continue reading Neoliberalism as a new fascism

She is a year ago. She is the ache in the empty, the first time you changed your mind, and the last time you were sorry about it. She is a city sleeping beside you, warm and vast and familiar, streetlights yawning and stretching, and you have never. You have never. You have never loved someone like this. She is your first stomach ache, your first panic attack, and your favorite cold shower. A mountain is moving somewhere inside of you, and her handprints are all over it. Here. Here. Here, you love her. In the fractured morning, full of … Continue reading She

Beneath my skin lies a treasure trove of stories, a tapestry woven with the threads of my existence. I am the coursing rivers of blood, the resilient flesh, and the sturdy bones that carry me through life’s journey. I am the weight of regret, the haunting whispers of “what ifs,” and the unwavering beacon of hope that guides me forward. I am the silver-tongued poet, weaving words into melodies that dance upon the air, and I am the heart of gold, brimming with compassion and empathy. I am the delicate paper, bearing the imprints of my experiences, the flowing water … Continue reading Beneath my skin …

We cannot expect Syrians to forgive Assad for his crimes against them. However, Syrians cannot expect us to ignore the looming specter of Israel exploiting this situation, especially in the midst of this genocide and as the people of Lebanon and Palestine fight for their very survival. The reality is that the resistance is now blockaded, with supply lines from Iraq through Syria already severed. Champagne bottles are popping in Tel Aviv as Netanyahu edges closer to realizing his vision of a “New Middle East.” More than ever, Palestine and Lebanon stand alone. In the shadow of conflict, the cries … Continue reading The Fall of Assad

I remember all the battles that I have fought and all the scars that show I had lost. And losing wasn’t the problem; it was that I cared too much. I would try to act like I could walk out the door and there would be rainbows and a garden full of butterflies and flowers sitting right in front of me. But it was all just a fantasy. These battles that so many of us face—depression, starvation, self-harm, discrimination, addiction—keep knocking at our doors. We dread getting up to open the door for them, knowing full well what they’ll do … Continue reading ‘Cause every little thing is going to be all right…

The situation in Gaza has become a poignant reminder of the selective nature of activism and the imperative for unwavering advocacy for human rights, irrespective of one’s background or ethnicity. The resounding silence in the face of such injustice serves as a stark wake-up call, underscoring the pressing need for sustained efforts to address human rights violations. It is essential for individuals, regardless of their own background, to take a stand against oppression and lend their voices in support of those enduring suffering. The call for solidarity is not just a moral imperative, but a political one, as it demands … Continue reading Gaza has taught me …

Não, eu não escolhi lutar sempre. Alguns dias, simplesmente viro o travesseiro para o outro lado e deixo o dia fluir, em anonimato, cinza e indolor. E então, num momento de pausa, eu me lembro de quem sou (ou, melhor, de quem acredito ser). Lembro-me dos compromissos, das faces amadas que iluminam minha vida… e digo a mim mesmo: tudo bem, até hoje, eles ainda estão aqui. E é por essa razão que me sinto como um guerreiro. Porque, dia após dia, como um mantra, sou capaz de repetir esta frase, e é a mais pura verdade: até hoje, ainda … Continue reading Meu Mantra

Today, as the sun rises high in the sky, may my eyes hold no malice, no bitterness, no lie. May they shine with a clarity, a purity of heart, Reflecting the love that I wish to impart. May thoughtfulness guide my voice, as I speak with intention and choice. May my words be a balm, a salve to the soul, bringing comfort and peace, making others feel whole. And as I reach out to touch those around me, may my hands be gentle, loving, and kind, A symbol of the love that I carry inside, a reminder that we are … Continue reading Prayer for peace …

I love letters, I love words, I love sentences and fragments of sentences. For me, writing is a mysterious dance between these fragments and my feelings – each continually tugging at the other for the truth. Writing can be troubling and tenuous. It slips so easily from my grasp one minute, then wraps around me like a needy lover the next. It is inside me and yet exists beyond me. I try to wade deep into its flow, but often feel I’m only skimming the surface of something I don’t truly understand. In those moments of fleeting grasp, I sense … Continue reading Letters & Words