Zig zag down back alleys Refuse the full stretch home It’s called taking short cuts Quick thrusts, rabbit hops, Short jumping bursts of...

At the end of the Lycian trail An old fisherman makes Turk chai over a fire He’s lived in a sodden tent on Çayagazi Beach Since he left...

The delicate voice of longing Urges abandonment of the false prophet Please don’t assimilate to greed Swat off money’s grasping hands...

The human spirit has an innate will. This will is what propels us to move forward in the riddled labyrinth that is existence. Freud...

A friend and I were talking about the past and how far we’ve come. A few years ago there were months on end where she was on the brink of...