I've never waited on the world to change, Mr. Mayer.

can't absorb that kind of darkness

gentle until fierce.

Guys date "interesting" but they marry "food", "sex" and maybe "social status".

"go on and write your lament"

we live in a time when a woman can accomplish things without the risk of getting hung or burned at the stake.  but in muslim countries she may still get stoned.

religions by ice cream flavors:

islam -> vanilla

christianity -> mint chocolate chip

judaism -> macadamia nut

hinduism -> mango sorbet topped with shredded coconut

sikhism -> french vanilla with mango nuggets

flight without wings

hope has names.

Marian's arrow.

made a promise to Jane Austen.

frostkiller

majestic and lush

a victorian birdcage.

chasing babies

natives and conquerors.

the threshold of relevance.

ten thousand invisible boundaries

an uneasy route to transformation.

need a lush winter rain

Thanksgiving without genocide.

please leave the light on

walked through the park barefoot and hoping I didn't get tetanus.

like coming across a waterfall on a fast day.

free flowing water

other people's sakina

car rides home drenched in streetlights and headlights and rain

nourished by radio pop and job security

the roses are still dead.

beard maintenance.

so much and yet never enough

when others sleep

lost like a coin in the desert sands

we wear our crowns in the dirt

comfort on the journey

people in love with an illusion are delusional

not so young, still angry, and even smarter.

i need a good book, clear air and an absence of electromagnetic fields for a week.

people invested in the status quo are not going to thank you for effecting change.

mortal but not useless

a spirited truth-teller

"with a new world comes new freedoms"

cloak and scepter

fervently we fade away

a tremor in the soul

there is lipstick on my hijab.

All at once or not at all.

there's a woman in the mirror.

the bride is in the garden

endless night, when is your dawn

to remember other people's memories

fireworks and floods.

many little steps to the tower top.

radiance without end

old hope

verbal bullets

for someone who is going to be on national television regularly, i don't even own a tv.

cold tea and dead flowers.

you pull my heartstrings so

kitties swoon for a glimpse of you

"i find your friends list dizzying not because of the number of ppl but because of the wholly unpronouncable names"

many worn calendars

need better water

Muslim women: doing more with less and better.