I know that no matter how lonely I get, I’ll never be truly alone again. Our loved ones don’t leave us. They just move out of sight for a while, and wait…in the shades.

Life is not just black and white, there are a million shades in between.

Let all the green leaves be mineas long as the trees define shades created by their limbsfor the soil made with victimsof atrocity’s vileness to redeem the fragileness

People observe the colors of a day at its beginnings and ends, but to me it’s quiet clear that a day merges through a multitude of shades and intonations, with each passing moment.

Well, I don’t know, Lina. But let’s just say I’ve met a lot of dead people.

You know what I want? I just want you to be open to the fact that I am a woman. I’ve got emotions. I’ve got expectations. I cry. I laugh. And I was drawn to...

to be a poet meansto live with a permanent wound forever susceptibleto either the shade of the skyor someone’s eyes.

The car housed a hysterical bumper sticker: Save the Planet, and I permitted a moment of contemplation to truly bask in this thought. Save the planet? What a joke. Save the planet from what? From...

The line of traffic advancing towards the rising sun looked like a procession of the returning dead. Every one of them, solitaries in clean shirts, smoking, checking mirrors to see if their reflections were still...