Poems from Julia F
‘Come.
’That is all the boy would say.
To get the foreigner's attention.
How awful it was.
That he knew no other word of communication.
...
I submitted across the river
To save my life.
I submitted across the border
To get to a better life.
I submitted to trust
When strangers...
“Never tell Zayda you're hungry.”
"Never tell Zayda you're hungry."
I was told very long ago
By Mama, his daughter, who made him so happy...
The Monster in his Brain
As a child,
He would smile.
He was not wild,
But mild
And quiet
And kind.
He wanted to live a full life. ...
The One Unseen
She lies on the bed,
Or rather,
The filthy, old mattress.
There is no civilized word that can be used to describe it.
It...