I've sunk into a rut.
Tried writing, tried reading, tried running, tried sleeping.
Whatever I do, I get bored.
My Mom tells me this story of one summer day when I was a little,
...
On a bench in Jerusalem,
a woman with a hijab.
Beside her, a man,
...
Her clever eyes—humorous lips,
words undulating as waves
not of a vast ocean,
but an evening bath-
...
Shackled limbs devoured by
Marine beasts in the
Thunderous waves of
Open sea
...