Palestine Advent 6: A Palestinian Might Say, by Naomi Shihab Nye

The sixth poem in our Palestine Advent series is by Naomi Shihab Nye. A Palestinian Might Say, by Naomi Shihab … More

Palestine Advent 5: I Suffer a Phobia Called Hope, by Maya Abu Al-Hayyat

The fifth poem in our Palestine Advent series is by the Palestinian poet Maya Abu Al-Hayyat, translated by Fady Joudah. … More

The fourth poem in our Palestine Advent series is by the Palestininan poet Fatenah Al-Gharra, translated by Anna Murison and … More

The third poem in our Palestine Advent series is by Natalie Handal. Others Are Us, by Natalie Handal. Nathalie Handal … More

The second poem in our Palestine Advent series is by the Palestinian poet Mosab Abu Toha. Things You May Find … More

Welcome to this series of Palestine Advent blog posts. Each day for the next twenty-four days I will post a … More

During December 2019 I blogged a series of poems to celebrate the season of Advent. Some of these were about … More

Mary At first a fluttering then a kick, his fist pummelling my rib cage when I knelt to pray. They … More

BC – AD This was the moment when BeforeTurned into After, and the future’sUninvented timekeepers presented arms. This was the … More

December Il va neiger dans quelques jours Francis Jammes The giant Norway spruce from Podunk, its lower branches bound, this … More

Supper Never before has she danced so well. Now she stands before him, her feet bare, Anklets lightly … More

Humankind We carry the trust. It was not imposed on us, nor are we heedless. Sometimes the stillness stands in … More

Drunken Winter Oak oak! like like it then cold some wild paddle so sky then; flea you say “geese … More

Ways of Rebelling Who needs to be at peace in the world? It helps to be between wars, to … More

Ultramarine for Philip Archer Looking for the perfect blue, water to swim in, not through, to fill his … More

the prophet came to me with a poor man’s tale of his one ewe lamb sworn to him by seven … More

There was winter’s cold and moisture in the bedclothes, in the walls and floor, our bodies tired from a … More

The Poet Wearies I’ve had it with being Your herald.Everybody has a voice,why am I the one who has to … More