Category: musings
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Like Waterdrops that Sludge
Like waterdrops that sludge off rooftops, the collection of dust that rolls within me in that downwards perspire. My optic drive was never quick enough to properly acquiesce my fall. Tumble, I spiral in that downward trickle that is meant to ameliorate poverty. Born as the gunslinging actor left his white cap on that oval desk; raised…
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The Son of Man
Sometimes they missed the lesson with the story of Jesus. I’m not a religious person, maybe a little spiritual, but man, the story of Jesus is knee-deep in wisdom. That type of wisdom you hear in the back corner of a bar when it’s a little too early in the evening. There’s always that one…
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Pressed
The many small worries of family and obligations sprout like weeds between the cracks in the concrete. Winter shrugs its hazy brow, and rain falls often these days. People avoid the slick oiled roads and the peppered spouts of a convivial Calandra. Not often do they see her cry, her tears come capriciously and hardly…
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Looking back
He laid in bed unable to sleep. She remained fixed in his mind, the way the cold ear hugs the ocean breeze as it breaches the shores and travels northward and inland over mountains and buildings alike. It felt like a shaking, an unshakeable shuddering, though he did not feel it in his skin or…
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An Opinion
“If someone isn’t what others want them to be, the others become angry. Everyone seems to have a clear idea of how other people should lead their lives, but none about his or her own.” – Paulo Coelho So who am I? What gives me the two sense to even dig into an opinions? Maybe…
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Being an Arab American
Sometimes being an Arab just hits different. Then you realize that you are an American too, and that also hits different. With a lot of a family back home, in the shit both internal and external that plagues that region, I always feel blessed to have the privilege of living here. My mother and pops, had they never…
Writings by Samson Mousa 