Poem-A-Week: Sam Hamod
Dying With The Wrong Name: At first, it’s hardly even noticeable – it’s easier, you can move about as an American – but looking back the loss of your name cuts away some other part, something unspeakable is lost.
Dying With The Wrong Name: At first, it’s hardly even noticeable – it’s easier, you can move about as an American – but looking back the loss of your name cuts away some other part, something unspeakable is lost.