Category Archives: Poetry

Checkpoints & Interviews & Gunpoints

I just got another phone call from my friend in Bethlehem who is more educated than I am but is waiting to hear back about a job scrubbing toilets and emptying bed pans at a nursing home in Jerusalem and … Continue reading

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Boston & Bethlehem

I have friends in Boston and when I’m on the phone with them I get all the latest gossip I find out who got married and who had a kid who bought a new house and who got a new … Continue reading

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Generation After Generation

They followed an idea out onto a limb and it broke and they fell down through the smoke and into the fire and the flames burned and they learned lessons only after it was too late and their children climbed … Continue reading

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Are You Alive, My Friend?

For Nasim Are you alive, my friend are you free, or in prison? Do you have any food to eat tonight and do you have the strength left to keep fighting the good fight to keep standing up for what’s … Continue reading

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Violently Uprooted

Follow the tracks and you will be led through the rubble that was a Palestinian village until last spring   Follow the tracks and you will be led through the Israeli settlement that was a Palestinian village until 1967   … Continue reading

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The Things We Remember

Today is the 11th of August 2018 and oddly enough, the date has stuck with me since I was 9 years old in 1993 I was at Fenway Park for my first Red Sox game watching Roger Clemens record his … Continue reading

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Gaza’s Blood

We watch as snots from teargas flow and eyes burn like the sun and medics drown in Gaza’s blood but our taxes load the gun and we pretend balloons and slingshots are a match for snipers, tanks, and jets or … Continue reading

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