None of those who communicated with me throughout the war have ever questioned their faith, and have often, if not always, begun their messages by checking on me, and my children.
I scroll down and am stunned to see a large ad sponsored by The Jewish Agency for Israel featuring a former student who is going to share his “powerful story of strength, sacrifice, and service” fighting as “a lone soldier” for the IDF.
A relentless series of assaults in central and northern Gaza by Israeli forces, according to reports on the ground, have killed numerous civilians—including children, rescue workers, and journalists—in recent days with no end in sight.
I am no longer bewildered by cruelty,
have not been speechless facing suffering,
but I have nothing now to say to anyone
to move them to change their minds.
In the end, grenade pins sparkled in the desert sun
outside the packed then blown-to-pieces shelters,
miles of machine gunned cars,
(drivers plastered against glass & rubber),
babies killed in their cribs & bunk beds
I’m the wife of a U.S. military veteran and the mother of children who have been encouraged by those in our family and community to become fighters “like Daddy.”
Whatever you searched for
will never be found. Whatever
memories hidden in the
chest in the attic mustn’t be taken
out anymore.
Fold the keffiyeh in a triangle, lift it to your face, lift your arms about your head holding the ends of the longest edge, then wrap it so the triangle covers your face, tie the long ends together behind your head, letting the patterns drape over your shoulders.
Ghosts are already rising, singing their silent song
of loss; accusing, whispering, searching, blinded,
for their olive tree.
I detest the world
Which has given its heart
To ruthless gods
We will continue to fight for each other.
How the classics speak to these days of fear, anger and presidential candidates stalking the land
measure the time
since the last poem
since the lost word
You can tell what a society’s priorities are by how it spends its resources.