Few of my million daily thoughts, stories, and poems survive the battles in my head and make it to this blog.
Help me give them a louder voice.
(All poems are written by me, you can call me Zee)
“He’s… He’s like grandma’s chicken”
Said the 6 year old me when asked: “what is God?”
I explained how I saw grandma’s chicken taking care of her eggs and the duck’s eggs that looked drastically different. Then, she raised the ducklings as her own…
I saw kindness
I thought that was the definition of God
Poet, making sense of war, humanity, love and greed. Trying to find the magic in ordinary things.
I am Zee