Poetry

I came back to poetry a few years ago and it has been the way I channel most naturally, unfiltered and unmasked.

Here you will find Poetry as healing. For myself, yes, but also, hopefully, some of the words you see, make it easier to utter what your soul needs so say too.

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Friend loss is loss, is loss.

Misguided is our shame.

Del movimiento somático, el talismán.

Immensity is not for everyone. Read that again

When asked if I sang, the fragility of my new found chords wanted to utter the practiced No. but my heart, like the heart of Circe @madeline.e.miller knows that my throat knows no bounds.

I was just at gathering of beautiful monsters, as a guest of @jesswadleigh, this is to all of us 💖

To have friends, chosen family you can unravel, unmask with, is the privilege of a lifetime in this gut wrenching times. To have each other, to hold each other’s vulnerability, to bring out each other’s joy, that is how we heal, that is o

We rarely talk about it: The Grief that comes for us, in the shape of people we lost, cicles we no longer live in, jobs and projects leftover… To Grief is to live. Like my friend @paprikastiletto says the only way out is through.

An Ode to Cultural Resistance in the face of tragedy.

To my ancestors that rebelled against french occupation in Lebanon

To my Syrian ancestors that fled.

To the Wild women in my family that carried the torch.

To my hands, that now, manifest the

This is to a love that has, undoubtedly spanned lifetimes. To my grandma, my fashion icon, my humour queen. The woman who’s forgetting everything, except when I wear, what belonged to her. 💕 Dementia is a bitch. But love is stronger. I know w