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lacing my fingers togetherI wondershould I kneelstandmaybe salute althoughI well comprehendthe rulesof a regiment I’m at a lossto knowwhat regimented rulesapply here in thisnowhere space a temple of clouds unknowingmy corporeal selfstruggles to conveythe solemnityof my
They say: “Israel are baby killers,” but they murdered Kfir and Ariel in cold blood.
They claim to support women’s rights
Twin heads of copper hair
blindingly bright like
sun-fires in the
very eyes of God
that bore a hole
through the conscience
of an indifferent world.
I waited for you for 15 months,
I thought about you every day,
I missed you everyday
I had hope for your return for 15 months
Whole world is watching us now,
It’s a little intimidating
But since there’s no way to back down,
Let’s show ‘em what we’re made of.
Let’s make them remember
Am Yisrael Chai
One day
I’ve got –
Them.
Funny, clumsy, crying.
Kids.
Cubs.
Days
passed.
My cubs played.
They grew strong, beautiful, shining.
Kind.
And then
that
day
came.
in bed
cold beads
of sweat
catch me
still in the snare
of my nightmare
back at the home
of my childhood
walking past
the front door
realizing
it wasn’t quite
completely closed
The characters will be a mother (Imma) and her two young sons in honor of the mother Shiri Bibas and her two sons, Kfir and Ariel, brutally ripped from their home in Israel and taken hostage by Hamas terrorists where they have been held apart from their father Yarden Bibas (also a hostage) in the labyrinthine tunnels of Gaza since 7 October 2023 and continuing.
Agam
Daniella
Karina
Liri
Naama
five vibrant
vital flowers
beginning bloom
surveilling their field
the July 4th rat a tat tat
fireworks finale sounds
no holiday hotdogs here
only a fusillade of bullets
our porch door
creaking
no longer a sign
of lazy summer
now suspicion
is all it brings