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November/December 2002

Crystal Desolation

My hand felt like ice against the cold, hard metal doorknob on this hostile, windy crisp day. As I opened the door, I was greeted by a cold gust of wind that stung my face like a thousand bee stings. This cold does not bother me, but instead provides me with a queer comfort. I […]

Alone

Alone is the homeless man looking at all the goods      in the grocery market that he cannot have Alone is the refugees leaving all they ever knew behind,      their friends, their houses Alone is the single pillar Standing in the rubble of a bombed building Alone is the Iraqi mother whose children have died From […]

Alone

Alone is the homeless man looking at all the goods      in the grocery market that he cannot have Alone is the refugees leaving all they ever knew behind,      their friends, their houses Alone is the single pillar Standing in the rubble of a bombed building Alone is the Iraqi mother whose children have died From […]