Mohamed Ali

Gloried Wind

A poem

Ah! Gloried wind with thy refreshing breeze:

Thy whispers wander softly through the trees

An ancient song ere the world hath men

Silent Apartment

There he stood outside of the apartment where he once spent most of his days. He could no longer find it within himself to step in. Not enough time had passed.

The world passed him by. It never seemed to wait for him and he hated it. “Even for a moment,” he thought to…

Baltimore

As I get older and older, one thing that I realize is that my desire to comment on every social issue subsides with the passing of the years. It’s not due to the depreciation of social activism in my estimation, but rather an internal response to an unwelcome thought: everything is so complex, and to be frank…