CS Cholas
Essays, Poetry, Travel stories, and other writing by Chris Cholas
Sunday, January 19, 2025
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As Winter Moves In Clouds crowd above branches stripped bare In Winter’s stark stare. Silence murmurs through cold air As if Nature does...
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THE HOTEL ROOM Solitude has wild flashes. Fantasies jump upon the stone of desolate courtyards. Ropes stretch and threaten to snap. Blis...
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The Concealment: Written by my secret and only friend, Cosmic, on the ship, while crossing the Red Sea I was not allowed in school. ‘You’...
Monday, November 13, 2023
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II Desperation: War and Heroes In April 1969. High School is over for me, But not the war that took a friend I used to wrestle in scho...
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Salsabil: (softly flowing river) Qur'án: 76:18: "From the fount therein whose name is Salsabíl (the softly flowing)." ...
Monday, June 5, 2023
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Raven Embedded in the Sufi poem I came across a raven, but when I sought him out again he had flown away from the empty page. I searched...
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The Sound of a Miracle I walk into the placeless valley knowing Sound and silence are illusions Snug in a sky that is wide o...
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