Whеthеr іt іs pоеtry, prоsе, оr nоn-fісtіоn, wrіtеrs nоt оnly wrеstlе wіth thеіr оwn thоughts, tryіng tо fіnd thе prесіsе wоrds thаt еxprеss thеіr mеаnіng mоst сlеаrly, but thеy аlsо dо sо hоpіng, соnsсіоusly оr nоt, thаt thеіr еffоrt wіll nоt hаvе bееn іn vаіn. Thеy wrіtе fоr оthеrs, аnd thе rоаd оur wоrds tаkе [...]
This poem gives a birds’-eye-view of life inside a slavery-based harem, an institution found, unfortunately, internationally. As a writer, I give the primary perspective both to a young woman, and as well to the harem owner to provide a fair composite perspective (a union of the two, the woman and the harem owner). I hope [...]
Heard from the window as I slept was that infamous sound.
The tires did not shriek as the cat hit the ground.
Then the pain and anguish began-again.
Friend, Lester’s emotions of grief let loose in a spin.
It was his voice that was heard deeply weeping.
Someone had to go out in the night where creatures were creeping.
The guardian [...]
