1) Favorites

My Mother asked me to write a poem about her after reading the poem Marina: Through the years your hand held gently on my shoulder, never heavy but always felt. […]


I do not run from love; it is with me always, nestled between the memories of our kiss and warmth of your eyes; softening the rigid walls of my aching […]

Komunist Replublica!!

Yes I understand that the title is an oxymoron; it’s intended for humor sake which you will understand later in this blog. Taxim is the true city center of Istanbul, […]