4
Short Poems
Some sunsets make people religious, 
Gods’
Gift.


Published in 9-1-1. a collection

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He begs cigarettes, quarters; sleeps on 
Park 
Bench.

Published in 9-1-1. a collection

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Ice

Ice, her words were in season. I,
I
Am Spring, I crack mountains,
I am growing, alive, green. She,
She
Shall kiss my lips, or fade into
Winter’s passing, Seasons change.


Published in Moroccan Star Poetry

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Soul Mirror

There is 
No mirror for
A soul to see itself.
Understanding comes through touching
Other’s.

Published in Rattapallax #3

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Promise Forever

Taste me,
My lips are yours,
Your lips are mine for now.
Who can promise forever and
Not lie.
 

Published in Rattapallax #3

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Brownian Moment

Dust motes, 
Dancing Sunlight
Before my every eyes.
“Romantic,” I think. Brownian
Moment.

Published. in Moroccan Star Poetry