Aphotic World

She was a light that glowed
In a dark aphotic world
Beam piercing with light
Disturbing the inhabitants
Pushing away the night
Making the creatures too uneasy to stay
Banishing the darkness away
She was named
Love

Heaven

Some days I crave a sun so bright

Instead of Memphis rain

And people that can say my real name

Some days I feel my skin turning back

A darker shade close to black

And I hear my roots calling me home

But most days I know I am not alone

In feeling so far away from home

We’re all immigrants after all

Waiting for the call

To return to heaven

Stranger Paths, The Book

Stranger Paths, The Magic in The Madness Poetry Collection is now available on Amazon

This book contains three chapters, each starts with a short story about the author.

R.J. Zarkani, was born in Iraq and lived through the Iraq war which influenced her writing in unexpected ways. This book brings a unique perspective of the war from a child’s point of view. You can witness what she had witnessed and stand where she stood. Watching the bombs as she now watches fire works on 4th of July and you can know that you are safe.

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Slipping

Time is slipping away

And I hoped you would stay

But I’ll be slipping too

I wished you well

I wished you good

I’ve done all I know I could

But time

Is my enemy and time is my friend

I wished I could see it till the end

But time is slipping away

And I will be slipping too

Author Interview| By Ruth Anne Garcia

Exciting News!!

I had the pleasure of being interviewed by the one and only Ruth Anne Garcia !

She’s a wonderful book reviewer, beta reader, interviewer, mother, student, wife and best of all friend.

Please feel free to click HERE to be linked to the interview on her website

Here’s a snippet of the interview:

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Strong

This time

I proved my own self wrong

I made my wish with a desire so strong

That even the gods couldn’t refuse it

I stood at the gates of hell

Banging on the flames they held

Wishing to have fled

Before their warnings

And I made it out alive

For you and I

To once more

Be embraced by heaven

I proved myself wrong

When I thought I could not be strong

Enough to withstand this hell I’m in

Tell me why do you keep on giving in?

Pieces

We were forged out of the same stone

Ages ago

Then we were separated

The big bang scattered us like ash

As they speculated

But the magnetic field was too strong

And it couldn’t have dissipated

Life time after another

We mange to find each other

Putting pieces that were lost

Back together

And the image becomes clear

The memory of that stone

Inches near

Until we become one

Whole again

I have missed you

My dear friend

Fragile

It is much too fragile

That thing that you base your life on

The stepping stone

The foundation to it all

It’s much too fragile

Much too wrong

Eden

I weaved a nest

Out of the things they threw away

And I made a home for my children to say

He created an earth so large

So great

Hoping one day

The Gods will appreciate

The waste they threw a way

The Garden of Eden was no place to stay

Adam

I know your pain

I, too, had to do the same

To free myself and children alike

To start fresh

A new life

I too had to be

Immigrant

But free

Holiday Reading

Are you looking for a unique and easy read this holiday that all family members can enjoy?

Stranger Paths, The Magic in The Madness Poetry Collection

Is a beautifully written book full of inspiration and hope. The author is an Iraqi woman detailing life in Iraq as the war started and her journey from a war torn world to beautiful America. A truly inspirational story!

Available in paperback and eBook