#overseas
The vines do not sprawl.
Early in their lives, they are told where to stop.
Wire, post, distance—nothing survives by accident.
Frost touches the leaves with the care of a verdict.
I walk the rows learning restraint as a language:
measure, patience, adherence. Even the hills agree
excess is unbecoming. What I carry does not speak
here. It is reduced to numbers, to instructions
whispered, to something kept rather than confessed.
Dec 19, 2025
Dec 19, 2025 at 1:24 AM UTC
Two weeks ago,
I said farewell.
To my home.
To my country.
To my family and friends.
My time away was relaxing.
The people were lovely.
But honestly,
I'm dealing with re-entry.
People expect me to just fit in,
But I'm suffering from jet lag,
And am ready to sleep.
If I could just catch a break,
A week, maybe two.
I could get back to normal,
Get my life back on track.
But no.
This is the problem;
Life goes on,
A sink or swim situation.
If you can't catch up,
You're out.
Just like that.
Aug 21, 2018
Aug 21, 2018 at 1:31 AM UTC
To know he is my soulmate
Is the same as to know,
That the grass under my feet is green
There is no trace of doubt in my mind
As if the world is yelling “yes” to my very being,
Into every fiber of my body
His love trickles in more and more each day
Like soft rain soaking into my hair
Everything I say to him he must already know
For something magical has told him so
To explain is so simple, yet
From the outside world misunderstood
To feel this way which never once
I have felt before, so in love is one thing
But in love and so free
My body misses him so, as he says to me
Yet our hands have not yet touched
Reaching from across the sea
Like we have been in love once before
Many times is my only guess
I have never felt so calm and in love,
Like the same feeling you get when holding
Something so pure and innocent like a newborn
I feel a flow of love which will never disappear
Jun 1, 2017
Jun 1, 2017 at 8:26 PM UTC
MELANIA TRUMP WONT HOLD MY HAND
I LOVE YOU MY DARLING ITS TRUE
WE ARE ON THIS IMPORTANT TRIP
I WANT TO HOLD YOUR HAND I DO
JUST KEEP YOUR MIND ON THE JOB DONALD
AND LEAVE MY HAND ALONE
JUST CONCENTRATE ON YOUR DUTIES
YOU CAN HOLD IT WHEN WE GET HOME
PLEASE DONALD YOU MUST MAKE A GREAT SPEECH
YOU MUST ALSO PRAY AT THE WALL
AS I SAID BEFORE DON'T HOLD MY HAND
JUST PLEASE FOLLOW THE BOUNCY BALL
May 28, 2017
May 28, 2017 at 6:28 PM UTC
I feel at one with sweethearts
Through the years,
With the wartime lovers
Who went overseas,
All the shattered hearts,
All the rivers of tears,
I feel them all.
Verses of love,
Lovers who must part,
Portraits of love
Worn so very close to the heart,
All the lovers lost,
Loves that never even start,
I feel them all.
Aug 11, 2015
Aug 11, 2015 at 2:01 AM UTC
On the train to Haifa
I think about my father
in wartime Palestine,
a different time, a different name
but the same place.
His memories of oranges and beaches
and warm, Mediterranean swimming
are the times he chose to rescue
from the six years when the world
was drowning in its own blood.
The weather is blue and grey
but the sun shines
like my father’s medals
on his blue-grey air force uniform
that entranced me as a child.
As the helicopter gunships prowl over Mount Carmel,
speeding north to Lebanon,
I wonder what times I will choose to rescue
from a land built out of longing,
but paid for in blood.
Feb 24, 2015
Feb 24, 2015 at 11:49 PM UTC