Samira

I'm going to rock the show.

poetry by SamiraAugust 16, 2018August 17, 2018

That voice

I heard my mom sing today It was beautiful Especially after the doctor’s visit She’d said, it’s unusual But people have lived for years With metastatic disease She had to say unusual Why did she have to say unusual? Mom took it as hope I was gripped with fear But we heard “Strangers in the […]

poetry by SamiraAugust 16, 2018August 17, 2018

Flower boxes

I like to walk the sidewalks Man’s created sidewalks Adorned with flowers Bringing nature back Back from where we sent it Contained Curated Colorful We adorn our sidewalks The streets man created Grown beyond what we can control The street’s ritual Beckoning our life Asking us for its beauty Back from where we sent it […]

poetry by SamiraAugust 16, 2018August 17, 2018

Prose no more

When I was sick The words flowed In flowery prose Quick off my tongue With her sick There’s just words Stagnant in the air Trapped Without their phrases Clauses broken Hearts shattered Sacred words Alone

poetry by SamiraAugust 16, 2018August 17, 2018

Night

I only write poems at night While he snores But my heart beats too fast Too loud For sleep Or comfort Or hope I can hear the rain It calls me It wants to cleanse this broken heart I want to leave it broken See how much I can take Until the light resurfaces

short stories by SamiraAugust 16, 2018February 23, 2019

She didn’t have her lipstick on

My mom has breast cancer. What a crap thing to have to write down. I know most people probably think their mothers are magic, but mine really is. You see, just a few years ago, I had a brain tumor and the day we found it she clasped her hands around my head as I […]