Pascale Choueiri Saad

    With so few trees in the city and so much misery of all kinds surrounding us, how could we ever expect to see a...

It was summer, and the world smelled of roses and jasmine. The sunshine shimmered like powdered gold on the edge of blue wildflowers and...

What does poetry do? What is its purpose? To me, poetry is essential because poems have literally changed the way in which I look at and...

Every year, around October, the land begins to glisten. We slowly slink into hibernation and slacken our summertime heated activities, so as to savor...