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Since 2007, memories of Palestine have been resting, sometimes silently, sometimes urgently, beneath the day-to-day breath of my life. Having made a new friend who walked some of the same roads I did, the memories rise again to the surface, unanchored: Sunset on the edge of the village of Nahalin, a family gathers on the Continue reading Nahalin – Memories of a World Apart My latest at elephantjournal.com — please click the link below to read. (Author note: This is an opinion piece. I am posting it in response to a lack of awareness around the Middle East Peace talks. I respectfully request that you click through the links included in this article before commenting. The links offer Continue reading What Middle East Peace Talks? (My latest at elephantjournal.com.) Even the idea of love is separation. In claiming a beloved, earthly or divine, we put ourselves into separation. Through this separation we have the chance to seek Continue reading In Honor of Ramadan August, 2007 here, bodies quiver restraint here, still, Continue reading A Poem for Palestine Imagine you are sitting in your home. …When you look out the window, you can see a wall growing closer and closer, day by day, straight toward the walls of your home. You know that the larger wall will not correct its course. You know that soon, very soon, your walls will be gone, leaving only the larger wall Continue reading The Wall — Palestine, 2007 Entry to Arroub Camp (Al Arroub). August, 2007 Yesterday I went to Al Arroub Camp. Remember, you take the bitter with the sweet… In 1948 the Israeli occupation of Palestinian lands began. Palestinians were driven forcibly from the homes their forefathers had built, whole villages were emptied of the Arab population. Villages that had been built of Continue reading Sixty Years of Temporary – Arroub Refugee Camp, Palestine The Arab cawe (coffee) is thick and bitter-sweet. Dark and steaming, I take a sip, sitting in the square in Bethlehem. I love this square. The vast expanse of worn marble in front of the church, the seats of carved stone. When seated in front of the church, you see a mosque at the other end. Continue reading Arab Cawe I ask you to I ask you to I plead but deeply, Continue reading Send me the Sunset I wrote this piece on the day Mahmoud Darwish, Poet Laureate of Palestine, the voice of the Palestinian people, died. It is dedicated to him. Filistina, Ya Habibi (Palestine, My Beloved) I invite you to smell the scent of the dirt that holds Continue reading In Memory of Mahmoud Darwish, 13 March 1941 – 9 August 2008 |
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