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Morning

I am awake, again Unable to sleep, restless No words to pray, seeking No thoughts developing, silence Fatigued with energy, …

Drops of Ink: My Poetry

One of the forthcoming works in this book is entitled Welcome Home. It’s a series of stanza I call heart letters. They are written to a father after three decades of absence in the life of his son…

Father’s Day

Today is Father’s Day. It doesn’t garner the attention of Mother’s Day. Restaurants don’t sell out, theaters are not packed, …