The Moya View

Tag: refugees

  • Nostalgia


    They would feel it, every new moment- the echoes of who they use to be and what was once theirs-now dirty sheets caught in a dark tree.Everyday, the black river rolls by in blue remembranceand lilies float and drown in the burning stream.Here, the air hurts in the light of a browning sunand the stars…

  • The Fossil Soles of Refugees

    The Fossil Soles of Refugees

    A fossil in foam, five toes under a formed sole, preserves the flight of a thousand border treks.   A layer of thermite and blood settles the right pad of every hastily fled soul, a rusty preservation of the ash of those who were enflamed.   Their left clod is encased with the dirt of…