Category: Writing

A Poem for Spoken Word… White Propaganda


What do we tell ourselves…?
when reading between the lines
absent from our unconscious signs
but displayed across our faces
revealing blatant microexperessions
attempting to amuse and satisfy
our inner brutish critics we secretly glorify
just to deceive an equally flawed audience….

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A #ShortStory…Three. #fiction #amwriting #amreading #books #travel #immigration

“Molla ibn Malak was listening at the door to the conversation his boss was having with a man who sounded like he was a continent away.  He listened intently to what he had been told before was English, being exchanged between the two businessmen.  At eleven years old he wanted to go to school to learn this language, he thought that this would be a good thing to do to get away from the factory where he had been sewing and constructing fabrics into garments since he was eight years old.”