O Beirut

for her hips sway  and fingers say what lips may from ‘75  to twenty-O-five for whom explosions have shattered the most stubborn slivers of hope fast forward to 2020 -  now she crawls in the shards soaked in her own piss and blood The port of Beirut on 4/8/2020, (image from the Bangkok Post)

Yogaholic

It was when Maher and I lived in Lebanon that I started to attend yoga classes on a regular basis. It went from 1 session a week, to 3, then 5, and eventually up to 7 or 8. I started at the Sivananda Centre, two doors down from my flat in Gemmayze. It was interesting, … Continue reading Yogaholic