Monthly Archives: July 2013
I will never shed my last tear. I will let it pour down under the surface of my face where it will grow and spread its wings from ear to ear it will drip down, continue to expand its wings, and drop like a giant liquid curtain that will separate my heart from the world.
Your book has been closed, but in my eyes your story will live. You possess me, having read so much my pupils have become as black as the ink, which made the words of your existence. My pupils have become nothing, but two words which signify your birth: you first and last name. Your book […]
My eyes are two candles…lit, melting into waxy tears, dripping down my face, burning my skin and boiling the moisture in my pores. My eyes are two candles… lit, their waxy tears raging down the sides of my nose, trickling into the corners of my lips, slowly rolling inside my mouth. My eyes are two […]
Echo Time zones and oceans divided us, but your voice still echoed with my pulse. Now time zones, oceans, and heavens divide us, but your voice still echoes with my pulse. * * * * On July 24, 2013, Mahmoud Ostadmohammed passed away. He was a great playwright, actor, director, writer, teacher, and more importantly […]