Monday 25 February 2013

garden II




We love our garden, it is small, all our plants die every year but we keep trying we want our old flowers our known colours the texture of the past we cannot see our present

Monday 18 February 2013

garden


The garden covered by brambles, the house broken windows we thought we will never had to be there again mother wanted to after coming back

Monday 11 February 2013

Step




When we step outside the airport the cold breeze greets us our skin does not recognize the sun in our new house we sit down and weep

Monday 4 February 2013

oo








Oozing phlegm blisters following the path of the dead
 the walls speak of battles and war
 her steps crawl under the pain
 we look the other way