(just a slice of my views on the Israeli/Palestinian situation, written for my dear friend Salim from Jericho. He wept when he read it. He claimed I was one very compassionate and insightful foreigner. I took that as a very nice compliment!)
childhood memory seen through the adult poet's eyes.
How can I find a new age when I'm still trying to discover my own?
Daydreaming while waiting for a meeting that never materialized.