Once again I find myself still reeling from not only the onslaught of terror that is being perpetrated in the name of Israeli expansionism, but also the apathetic and two-faced world in which we dwell. The disconnect between the kleptocrats who rule us (disguised thinly as bourgeois democrats) and those of us who appear to…
Category: Poetry
Poetry for the Peeps!
We are seeing the rise of the new era of capitalism in its decadence, that is, decline. The thrashing tail and head are swinging all of us on this globe from side to side, twisting reality, employing doublespeak, and criminalizing compassion. In the midst of this slaughter of civilians and children, with over 12000 dead…
Poetry for the Peeps!
I have been overwhelmed with learning, feeling, raging, and mourning about the state of the world. Stuck in the freeze mode of powerlessness, we watch the absolute destruction of a people; reminiscent of the words of the advisors to the infamous fascist house painter, of the final solution. Psychopaths run nations, corporations, militaries ,and institutions…
Poetry for the Peeps! Palestine in Poetry
Watching the invisibilizing collusion of mass media and the Israeli state vis a vis the media blockade on Gaza shows us not only the weaponizing of the internet but of everything necessary for the maintenance of life. Add to that, the genocidal bombing under the cover of absent eyes. Peoples around the globe have called…
Poetry for the Peeps! Mahmoud Darwish
I’ve been aghast at the news of what is amounting to ethnic cleansing in Gaza and the repetition of the Catastrophe of 1948. I am saddened and enraged by the absence of a real international outcry. We truly live in a inhumane world. Some antidote to the despair I have been feeling is found in…
Poetry for the Peeps! Mahmoud Darwish
Earth Presses Against Us Earth is pressing against us, trapping us in the final passage.To pass through, we pull off our limbs.Earth is squeezing us. If only we were its wheat, we might die and yet live.If only it were our mother so that she might temper us with mercy.If only we were pictures of…
Poetry for the Peeps! Suheir Hammad
Palestine/USA I will notdance to your wardrum. I willnot lend my soul normy bones to your wardrum. I willnot dance to yourbeating. I know that beat.It is lifeless. I knowintimately that skinyou are hitting. Itwas alive oncehunted stolenstretched. I willnot dance to your drummedup war. I will not popspin beak for you. Iwill not hate…
Ear to the Ground 