Paper Hearts

When does the heart break If not by the loss of a child, from man’s own hands. The ones walking with plastic bags and dirt faces towards another boarder line, with their swollen feet and their open wounds, lost somewhere between fire and water, between burning villages and drowning seas, lost somewhere in the in … More Paper Hearts

I saw the pain

I saw the pain, the cut on your leg, the scar on your arm, the blood soaked washcloth, the water at your eyes. I saw you in pain, the grinding of your teeth, the humming of your lips as your hand held pressure on your wound. I saw you in pain but I also saw through it. There … More I saw the pain

For you…Rohingya

This is no ordinary blog post. There is not a single shot of coffee in this post. This is no highlight reel. There is no aspiration here. There’s nothing perfect here. Just these words. That mean nothing more than what I’m saying. But maybe this would surprise you, because this is not a post about … More For you…Rohingya

The beast

I knew a man who’s seen the world fall down in heaps on his back, and his lion heart roared a mournful cry. And the onlookers protested at your mere existence. But you staggered on through the land and kept your head bowed to the earth. You’d never let them see your fears. And with … More The beast