Showing posts with label Kharinova Uliana. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Kharinova Uliana. Show all posts

Saturday, October 3, 2015

Contemplation


portrait of a girl Lena
Kharinova Uliana

“We live and breathe words.
It was books that made me feel that
perhaps I was not completely alone.
They could be honest with me, and I with them.
Reading your words, what you wrote,
how you were lonely sometimes and afraid,
but always brave; the way you saw the world,
its colors and textures and sounds,
I felt--I felt the way you thought, hoped, felt, dreamt.
I felt I was dreaming and thinking and feeling with you.
I dreamed what you dreamed, wanted what you wanted
-- and then I realized that truly I just wanted you.”
Cassandra Clare


Composition By:
Kay Lynn Gabaldon





October, 2015

Monday, September 7, 2015

The Migrant

Reflection
Kharinova Uliana

No one leaves home unless
home is the mouth of a shark
you only run for the border
when you see the whole city running as well

your neighbors running faster than you
breath bloody in their throats
the boy you went to school with
who kissed you dizzy behind the old tin factory
is holding a gun bigger than his body
you only leave home
when home won’t let you stay.
"HOME,"
by Somali poet Warsan Shire


Composition By:
Kay Lynn Gabaldon



September, 2015