Fooling The Killers

I’ve been reading a lot of poetry recently and loved this writer’s attitude to finding his childhood friend, or not. The poet, Taha Muhammad Ali, is from Palestine, a little part of the world where the people have endured many wars and their lives and relationships have settled into some acceptance of uncertainty. This poem was written…

The Kindness Of Strangers

A few days ago, I took a different route home. I didn’t know why but I felt the urge to walk down a street I don’t travel often. At the intersection, I spied something in the middle of the road and I passed it by, like everyone else did. But then I crossed the street again…