A moment in time

From above the opaque plastic mask that oozed oxygen into her lungs, two bowl-shaped brown eyes rolled slowly in my direction, and they smiled at me. From beneath the standard issue, tissue-paper-thin, patterned gown that posed as a protector to her dignity, a slender, tired hand gently rose, and it waved at me. From acrossContinue reading “A moment in time”

Green grows the grass

For Afghanistan Soft is the grass on which the blooming, billowing morning sunlight lands. Stage lit and starstruck are its innumerable, dew guilted strands. A luscious morning feed, on which mountain muscled bulls feast with greed. Bordered and fenced, territorially stamped that others may heed, The sign which declares, this field is theirs, enter ifContinue reading “Green grows the grass”