It was possible for these birds,
Which feed on the trash of the universe in Gaza
And drown in a river of exhaustion and darkness
And their bodies smashed beneath the rain of hunger
And rising smoke dust
From the chimney of the relentless massacre
To win prizes in physics, mathematics, and literature
And the various sports
Adjacent to my obsessions,
About lost identity
And between here and there
nothing
Except that the sides around me shrank;
To become a grave the size of my corpse
For alienation there is a verse
Recited by the Nakba at her funeral
For her only heirs
In cold exile
Between here and there
This lunacy is larger than you my love
Its harshness
Its fatal sins
That the delicacy of your untarnished hands can’t endure
Your palms that hold the country’s oranges
A beauty mark on your waist
And your hair strewn
Over the shoulders of truth
has the saltiness of the sea
And the scent of mud
and the sweetness of both
Seventy five years
Gnawed upon by hyenas
Of green and blue and red
And the colour of our nations within us
Seventy five years
Since the dawning of Gaza’s only sigh
The sights like a river rushing into the mouths of her children
With the missiles of an f16
And so the nation poured from it drop after drop
Since the child in us ceased to question
And, panting, began to stretch out his fingers and dry throats
Finding love and reciprocity in the garden during challenging times by growing community-based learning experiences. by Rosemary Logan Colton Community Garden, Museum of Northern Arizona Flagstaff, Arizona, USA This evening I can nearly taste the scent of the damp clay earth with tinges of resinous pine at the Colton Community Garden in Northern Arizona. I
by Julia Jackson The binary of life and death has been well-established and defined within modernity, especially as medical definitions and understandings of death are culturally centered, but what if we were to blur those lines? What if we were to weave death into life and life into death? What if the concept of death
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I write so tales don’t end
so war ends
I must write
not for anything but
to keep my emotions awake
to retain my humanity
***
My mother never taught me tatreez
the embroidery of my bleeding pain
from a cassette of memory
but she taught me
the language of the proletariat
the downtrodden
the chase after bags of flour
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by Priyanka Modi In a world often defined by material pursuits, a powerful and transformative force transcends boundaries, cultures, and generations – the gift culture. This beautiful tapestry of selfless giving, compassion, and genuine human connection can create profound change, not only in individual lives but in the fabric of our communities and societies. Through
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