Hadi Atallah

Letters from Poetry

  • The Llama’s Awesome Spread: Coffee with a College Dropout

    The No-Drama Llama wandered down his lovely spread—outside his room. The light-filtered hallway upstairs he had once stumbled over. But this is another story, perhaps, for another time! The expression on his face was generous, and the alcoholic beverages said it all. Though the morning itself was dear to his heart, he would feel like…

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  • The Llama Saves the World: One Cow at a Time

    The morning was as usual. The No-Drama Llama was mincing meat with a grinder—at a short-lived cafe.Precious the Cow, remaining on her own, cried and cried to her heart’s content, watching in stupefied horror.“Trying to save the world from cow farts. Sustainability at its finest,” the Llama said.“But this is a no-drama episode,” Precious remarked.“What…

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  • She Was Not Breathing

    Our hearts finally explode  and we’re wise enough to  endure the pain and finally  realize that we are indeed  heart broken.  …Her arms and legs stood out in tension.

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  • The Profound Circle of Growth

    If your planning comes to nothing, would it be madness or wisdom discerned? Never shall we speak foolish words, for the highest order keeps guard from such ruin. And if we ever rebel against the natural orders and course of things, we will witness what becomes of us through the discipline of each of the…

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  • Philosophy, Bleeding

    “I didn’t know,” I said, my friends thought I might be inside a burning house.But drawing into the shadow of that house in flames,Watching the sparks fly,Saved me from procrastination. I nodded solemnly,Raising a quiet saluteTo the lives of my friends and family. “Live and love,” declared the highest of orders.“Commune and understand, and whisper,…

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