Some time ago
My skin turned wooden
My feet moulded into one
And smudged the painted grid
On the marble floor
Another time I fell
And did not stop
I rolled right off the board
It was not a conscious decision
To spectate rather than participate
But it happened
As it does to many
Who give up on giving
When you undertake solely seeing
You relinquish being
But not feeli...
Saturday 21st November 2020 7:27 pm
This is the end of the world we knew.
Not only my country's borders are closed and those of many others, the whole European borders are closed. Goodbye freedom.
The death day of Europe
Monday 16th March 2020 9:48 pm
I recently assembled these thoughts on coming across the poem's quotation from John Steinbeck while reading The Grapes of Wrath. I often suggested to my students the advantage to be gained by attempting an argument in opposition to what the student wished to argue. In other words, the good old Light and Dark strategy. The "Terrace" setting is Perth's main city thoroughfare, St. George's Terrace. I...
Thursday 1st March 2018 7:30 am
By : Ali Taha Alnobani
Wednesday 6th March 2013 7:49 pm