By Gary Corseri There is no “peace process.” There is peace… and the absence of peace— The gnawing hunger for it, The desperation of the vanquished. Does the peace dove fly with a shattered […]
By Heathcote William An old man holds a placard that reads, “You take my water, burn my olive trees, Destroy my house, take my job, steal my land, Imprison my father, kill my mother, Bombard […]
Dear Ghassan, On our birthday this year I turned 31 and you turned 78. Even the dead grow old without a homeland. Do you know that we live and die in diaspora now? Do you […]
By Gary Corseri Before Moses or the Romans, Before Jesus and Muhammad, Before the Turks and the English, We dwelled in this land. We built cities out of the dust, Watered with our tears, Mortared […]
In a poem that he wrote and gave me forty years ago, my friend Jack B wrote about what it was like to be an American Indian. For him, and for so many other American […]
By Gary Corseri (Note: American peace activist Rachel Corrie was crushed to death on March 16, 2003, while trying to stop an Israeli Defense Force (IDF) armored bulldozer from demolishing Palestinian homes in the occupied […]
By Heathcote Williams “There is a convention that you’re not supposed to speak ill of the recently dead, which unfortunately imposes a kind of vow of silence, because there is nothing good to say. He […]
By Samah Sabwai I stand Dispossessed No congress behind me No statesmen surround me No lobby to breathe hellfire No media eager to appease No three-ring circus Of intellectual jesters Academic clowns And policy experts […]
By Hatim Kanaaneh I am no romantic poet. Yet Susan Abulhawa’s first published collection of poems (My Voice Sought The Wind, Just World Books, 2013) slices directly to my heart. Like her, I once wrote […]
By Vacy Vlazna Susie Abulhawa, Palestinian poet, exile, mother, lover, friend, stands naked in My Voice Sought The Wind; her collection of trenchant and beautiful poems replete with honesties and literary seductions. Reading her poems […]
By Nasser Barghouty In the eleventh hour of their day I am reminded of your day eleven primes ago when hatred and steel blinded them and the sun gray and halted your time your smile […]
(A Reply to Nasser Barghouty) By Francis Oeser You’re right, it doesn’t feel like spring. Leaves of love are fallen, contempt poisons the ground, even the stars dim in pain. No! It’s certainly not spring. […]
By Nasser Barghouty I thought in numbers we could say what is or what was right placards drawn with blood and no fright young and old stay the course street by street and night after […]
By Manash Bhattacharjee Commandant Guevara Man more than memory memory more than man. A scar without a wound in the masks of history. He was no engineer of lies. He was no head in the […]
By Zahra Zamorano Afghanistan millennium eyes sigh with no smile years gone by on the face of a child memories run greener than the deepest of seas history is never forgotten in the confines within: […]
By Nasser Barghouty Someone left heaven’s gate ajar Um Mas’oud a lingering half prayer half answered but enough for me to slip in uninvited from afar and into this glimmer of a realm that is […]
By Jane Otaqui (This poem was inspired by a conversation we had after our Japanese Daughter-in-law Atsuko’s Dad had travelled to the Fukushima area for a family funeral. He expressed his profound sorrow at not […]
By Susan Abulhawa Apartheid’s outlaw Has crooked white teeth An Adam’s Apple and an angled jaw A beautiful face With a knowing smile, gentle eyes And masculine grace O’ Native son, my brother Your eyes […]
By Zahra Zamorano If I could feed one ounce of Earth into empty stomachs of stubborn roots would this bide enough time to see wings of hope fly home again? If I could write one […]
By Manash Bhattacharjee I learnt from your poems how To wait upon death And how waiting is a game as Treacherous as death. I learnt from you how the root Of waiting is grasped in […]
By Ramzy Baroud – with Rafiq Kathwari He sipped then walked slowly head held high greeting the hangman with a gentle nod eyes sunk to heart beard grew defiant remembering the judge asking to repeat […]
By Francis Oeser Do we all have a decent roof overhead, well paid jobs, food of well being and the chance of knowledge – of gaining wisdom, of skills, of articulating dreams— do we all […]
By Ramzy Baroud (To a refugee from Mali) My hands tremble But when I held yours I felt mightier Than the whisper Of a passing refugee At the end of a journey And the start […]
By Ramzy Baroud When your grandfather deserted his horse At the lower edge of the Pacific My family’s steed was still grazing By the southern hills of Palestine Your Nakba started before mine But mine […]
By Ramzy Baroud It was here that Salvador Allende died for our sins Some say his own But the Republic was torn to shreds by Nixonian men with stiff faces Cold hearts And loud bombs […]
By Nasser Barghouty When the celestial colors fuse they choose yours an unforgiving cosmic green with depths and wounds (un)seen as it has always looked gleamed off your homeless eyes and will always do till […]
By Soraya Boyd Unlawfully pincered between harsh collective punishment and base military aggression The tear bedabbled faces of innocent children in constant lacrimation Afforded no respite cling desperately to their progenitor for safety and protection […]
By Soraya Boyd Aided and abetted by its coalition of the willing Plundering Israel tears a thirst-deprived people and its parched land asunder Under the auspices of its American heel Raiding Israel steals away every […]
By Francis Oeser Medea is myth. Of course the Greeks were garralously self-conscious, naked and proud of it. Proud as gods (beyond the ordinary). Preposterous: no one murders kith and kin. Not even gods! Gods […]
(from my safe distance) By Nasser Barghouty In whose name they allow themselves to hurt you? To what end? To what beginning? Have they said as much to you? Have they counted your tears? Have […]
A recent New York Times made many claims about the ‘mass rape’ of Israeli women on October 7. But two leading Palestinian media organizations, The Palestine Chronicle and Friends of Palestine Network, conducted a joint investigation, the outcome of which resulted in the ‘The Black Dress’, a groundbreaking 18-minute documentary looking into allegations and the possible falsification of evidence.
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