My fellow birds
With birds I fly, with birds I sing...

Sonnet 08
Backwards, at the cradle a look I cast...

The dancing beauty
By Ziad Dib Jreige...

Toxic
Whether in gloom...

A Ballad In Late November
Black, grey, and white...

Preface
Sometimes we stumble upon triggers, which remind...

The music of longing
It is the call of a passing lark...

My bonds of freedom
I stood upon the shoulder of Qadisha Valley...

Justice
The guilt is dead...

The harvest
They sleep in peace...

A Wind Forlorn
In fall I think of spring...

Chained
While I was having a walk...