The conflation of criticisms of Israel with antisemitism makes Jews less safe.
I hate my verses, every line, every word.
Oh pale and brittle pencils ever to try
One grass-blade’s curve, or the throat of one bird
That clings to twig, ruffled against white sky.
So much coexists in the heart’s container,
as in a carved teak bowl on the table.
The agony I feel about the events in Israel, an agony shared by millions around the planet, many of whom may never have entered a synagogue, is very real. I wake up at night and lie there, held fast by grief, impotence, anger, and despair.
On Ending Dreams of Revenge in Israel, Palestine, and Elsewhere
The Burning World by Sherod Santos is a complicated and arresting mytho-historical and contemporary narrative demonstrating the pain of war and conflict.
I asked my grandmother after he left what was wrong with him. “The war,” she said acidly.
I killed them in the window. I killed them on the door. And when I killed a hundred flies I kept on killing more. Why is my heart so cruel, … Continue reading →
The state can’t give you freedom, and the state can’t take it away. You’re born with it, like your eyes, like your ears. Freedom is something you assume, then you wait for … Continue reading →
Originally posted on Great Middle Way:
Whatever affects one directly, affects all indirectly. … I can never be what I ought to be until you are what you ought to be. This…
Originally posted on The Contrary Perspective:
Scene from the movie, “Platoon” Richard Sahn The other night I was watching the movie “Platoon” on television. An American soldier was killed every…