In her fifties,
A woman’s chest
Carries the peaches of childhood,
The Butter of the youth,
And the olives of old age
In her fifties,
A woman’s heart…
In her fifties,
A woman’s chest
Carries the peaches of childhood,
The Butter of the youth,
And the olives of old age
In her fifties,
A woman’s heart…
Raed Hammoudeh (Al Bireh) Age:30
I’m not looking for cameras
I keep my face covered
I discover him
I discover him
A gunman with a silencer
He discovers…
read moreI narrate my tales
I twist the necks of time
I extract my past –
I exist.
I enter into history, beautiful and radiant.
I spread my robe –
the…
When you’re away
I confess
That the earth rotates
The wind blows
The windmill revolves
When you’re here
I confess
That the solid dissolves
…
You shall not escape
Shall not enjoy your sleep or wakefulness
Before you
Our dreams
Pens
and eyes
Before you
Our Walls
cement
and…
I slowly grind
Those questions that await no answer,
I tenderly shake
Those taboos embedded in my thought,
My eyelashes embrace
Those truest of…
In his Memorial Ceremony / Amman / 15 September 2006
Tears
Tears return to every weeping eye,
Because they do not resemble you
Nor does the sun,
Nor…
Along the seashore, I walk
With their magic, those trees embrace me
They swing me
Between their braches I roll
Within my chest, my heart rolls
Within the streets, I walk…
read moreThe affection
Of pens to their length,
Of Paper to its words,
Of Words to their letters,
Of letters to their salt
The affection
Of birds to their…