Today I will be copying directly out of the journal I kept while I was in Palestine. What is found here is the culmination of very detailed notes that I took during a visit with a friend at Military Court Watch while visiting Sabeel. I don't think I could write it any better than I… Continue reading Child Imprisonment
I hope you never lose your sense of wonder You get your fill to eat but always keep that hunger May you never take one single breath for granted God forbid love ever leave you empty handed I hope you still feel small when you stand beside the ocean Whenever one door closes I hope… Continue reading I Hope You Dance…
I was on the bus returning from Bethlehem, lost in another world listening to music and gazing out of the window as the steel Behemoth made its precarious way through the winding, narrow streets of Beit Jala. I was looking for my favorite piece of graffiti; scrawled with an unsteady hand in black spray paint… Continue reading Cowards Die Many Times Before Their Deaths
Tucked in a corner of East Jerusalem is the neighborhood of Sheik Jarrah, founded in 1865 and one time residential center for Jerusalem's Muslim elite. After the 1948 Arab-Israeli War, Jerusalem was split down the middle by the Green Line with Sheikh Jarrah the middle man between Jordanian controlled East Jerusalem and Israeli controlled West… Continue reading Invasion & Judisation: The Story of Sheikh Jarrah
It was early evening, the sun bathing the city in a warm gilded light as I exited the Educational Bookshop. I was hauling my pirate's bounty of books the short distance to my favorite dinner spot, lost in thought. I had been reflecting on the purge-like quality my writing had taken on during my time… Continue reading My Heart is a Ladle of Sweet Water
