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Violently Uprooted

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It’s Mother’s Day in America

Weep not for the mothers laying dead in bombed out villages or their sisters and brothers shot in the back as they waved their flags of black, red, green & white weep instead for the children they leave behind, far … Continue reading

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Palestinian Cigarettes

Palestinian cigarettes burn extremely fast it seems like, to make them last we have to stop, or turn back the clock. Some say its fate that makes them burn this way.   I met an old man, an olive farmer in a small … Continue reading

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Olive Tree

daylight fading into evening shade tree branches swaying old record played on repeat no street lights here nothing to fear but aching feet and tired eyes havent cried in too long the records skipping mid-song just as I started singing … Continue reading

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Andalucian Red Wine: part III

I lost myself in those endless fields of olive trees picture-perfectly framed by the window of that train as we cut across the Spanish countryside. I started to feel more alive my headache from all that wine began to subside by … Continue reading

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