Poem: Rambling Without Destination, or Paradise Lost (Patron Content)

I bit into an anchovy. Brine dissolved across my tongue. Salt and sea marrying into the myriad effervescence of it all. The wine settling deep within my belly, then rising, awakening the uninhibited within. I raised my head back and sucked at the sharp edged mother of pearl

AN INVITATION TO A BRAVE SPACE

Together we will create brave spaceBecause there is no such thing as a “safe space”We exist in the real worldWe all carry scars and we have all caused wounds.In this spaceWe seek to turn down the volume of the outside world.We amplify voices that fight to be heard elsewhere,We call each other to more truth

Invocation (Poem): Will you embark upon our honeyed rendezvous?

Will you embark upon our honeyed rendezvous?

Will you drink this strange brew? 

Inhale the perfumery of day glow grain?

Heed the invitation East?

Sunday Morning – A Poem

Sunday Morning BY WALLACE STEVENS      I Complacencies of the peignoir, and lateCoffee and oranges in a sunny chair,And the green freedom of a cockatooUpon a rug mingle to dissipateThe holy hush of ancient sacrifice.She dreams a little, and she feels the darkEncroachment of that old catastrophe,As a calm darkens among water-lights.The pungent oranges and

On Arabic Sweets and the Middle East: Kunafa – NICHOLAS ANDRIANI

All of these things are true… I had been in Jordan for several weeks and my love affair with Arabian sweets had reached a lofty peak. In fact, I would begin and end each day with a platter of pastries, smothered in honeys and syrups that would flood through heaps of pistachios on my plate. Then it happened… I…

To the One Who Never Will

Our story is never-ending.

That to say, I will always love you. 

Aware of this dream state which is my tendency to romanticize the past.