REBLOG: ‘One Cup’ by Karima Hoisan

Poem: For My Family in Jordan Harsh lands bring soft embraces, Here we all drink from one cup. Before we put our share to our mouths, We make sure there is enough. Oven winds bake a glaze on my face, While dry eyes squint to the sky. Two leathered hands sift Martian sands, I can’t… Continue reading REBLOG: ‘One Cup’ by Karima Hoisan

You cannot change any society unless…

You cannot change any society unless you take responsibility for it, unless you see yourself as belonging to it and responsible for changing it. -Grace Lee Boggs (1915 – 2015) Let's be real. Most of us will never change our societies in any substantial way. I will never make any great impact upon Israeli society,… Continue reading You cannot change any society unless…

The drifting stars, or: As we are

Poetry Partners #126 A poem by Michaël of 'Daily Poetry' Is it required to love you with all my heart, isn't our silences when the problems did start? I am not missing you, don't feel blue. It maybe crude, but love is sometimes rude. Some people stand loneliness better than others, in this age of… Continue reading The drifting stars, or: As we are

Morning, or: One ray of quiet sunshine

My 1st Arkquain Swirl EPIGRAPH: Perhaps I will become a ray of sunshine, to be embraced by your colours. I will paint myself on your canvas.-Amrita Pritam (1919 – 2005) I've become one ray of quiet sunshine Hoary and modern histories of Jerusalem refract me like precious gems beneath sandaled feet I paint myself on… Continue reading Morning, or: One ray of quiet sunshine

Longing, or Belonging

Poetry Partners #78 'ALL Belong', a poem by Anna Smit of 'Shalom Aleh' They turned And looked At me fierce "Go home Where you Came from" They shouted. Tears Became my Playground lot I thought I belonged But came up Short. Finally I cried Now I be- Long. But no! Accents Set us apart A… Continue reading Longing, or Belonging

How much, or: Yourself

An American sentence: How much of yourself have you given up to belong? Was it worth it? What's an 'American Sentence'? Allen Ginsberg, inventor of the American Sentence, felt that the haiku didn’t work as well in English. Ginsberg decided to remove the line structure of the haiku, maintaining the requirement of 17 syllables total.… Continue reading How much, or: Yourself

Thanks, or: Giving

Sevenling (Some Jews live) Some Jews live in Israel, by choice or by chance; some live in the diaspora; others, of means, travel to and fro. Some Jews don't give Israel a passing thought; some relate to it as their people's beloved homeland; some would be glad to see it crumble like the ancient Temple.… Continue reading Thanks, or: Giving

Those narcotic moments of belonging…

Love is saying yes to belonging.-David Steindl-Rast (b.1926) It's just that it's impossible to be a broken or whole person. You can only be a person. You can only exist, you can only belong to yourself, and you can only be responsible for your own happiness or belonging or whatever. That broken-part-piece-whole thing is just… Continue reading Those narcotic moments of belonging…