Author Archives: mahani

Mama, I couldn’t relate when all your breath fell into the pit of your stomach and refused to find its way back up into your lungs no matter how deep or how hard you tried to breathe it back up.  I know now even though that knowing is minuscule compared to yours. Still, now IContinue reading “Alas”

Burn incense  it makes sense Music is rockin  Mama is rockin The wine has been served Up goes my nerve  And I’m sitting here writing this down.  The gray sky is covering the world that I know and it’s dreary and eerie and ever so cold.  I embrace the feeling because it’s beautiful and itContinue reading “And music”

-somber days  rainy haze raindrops play  whimsy -depicting trees at ease and too, the leaves  magically -brilliant hues sky and earth  clouds burst  quench thirst -obstinate lightning bolt thunder jolt wind afloat unpredictably  -rainbow aglow pot of gold?  mischievously  -m

Thinking about what to write in this real deep place right now and these are the words I put down… An upside down smile is a frown.  All thoughts are circular.  My neighbor just distracted me but in a beautiful way. He’s playing his guitar, alone.  White wine will do but red wine is preferred. Continue reading “Circles”

We lost our way in the littered streets of rebellion.  And allowed for our being and our culture to slip into the cracks of the pavement and into the potholes of cultured destruction.  We wanted freedom to be non-Palestinian. We yearned for America.  But the fiber of the umbilical cord strewn so delicately, yet soContinue reading “And the olive trees did grow….”

My head bows in prayer. The room echoes with silence.  The voices are dancing like ripples on water. Memory remembers the verses snd sayings, nostalgia is playing with the devil’s daughter. She’ll wake up drowning in blood from the slaughter.  Goodnight angel. Goodnight sweetness. Take a deep breath. Goodnight and God bless.  The flowers areContinue reading “Nostalgia”

Lay the roses on a grave  life is slave.  Pack the boxes gripped with tape  Move away.  It’s cold outside  And I’m freezing inside.  I am still.  Get lost in the shuffle of the day to day.  But I get on as the wind rolls by.  Bare feet on the pavement burn  melting snow underneath.Continue reading “I am still”

These arms of mine lay at my side they reach out unafraid, yet when they’re raised to draw you in, they’re passively delayed.My fingers trace the silhouette that mirrors you in frame, their cooperation wildly, yet leisurely so tame.Reach out.These arms of mine they won’t abide, they yearn to touch, subside.Imagine sweeping up the windContinue reading “Wake up”

Sitting safely in my home when grief came knocking at my door. I hesitantly opened it and my heart shattered to the floor.Like a billion shards of glass, each one cutting deeper still, the day that grief knocked at my door. The day I lost my strength and will.I cursed it to hell, this feelingContinue reading “Grief”

People searching for tomorrow they’re not living in today making plans and breaking promises. Work all day to make a living then they throw it all away collecting things or fill the void with empty kisses. Pictures sitting on the bedside of the memories they made but still forgetting ’cause they rush around.Fancy houses, can’tContinue reading “Distortion”