“And the writing is still: to you, with you, about you, because of you and for you.”
— Nizar Qabbani
“There’s a voice that doesn’t use words. Listen.”
— Jalal ad-Din Rumi
Winter dreams of apricity’s glow
And hope, though soft, /
is warm enough to exist in.
In Autumn’s Grasp
Leaves fall
like forgotten pages, /
carried by a breeze that speaks of endings
Quill & Conscience 