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Category Archives: Baghdad
Rewrite All Our Wrongs
Let them hold the pen and write their own destiny rewrite all our wrongs write away the suffering write verses about springtime. The people hunger let them relax and eat figs let them enjoy peace and drink their tea … Continue reading
Posted in Arabic Poetry, Baghdad, empathy, Iraq, poem, Poetry, poetry for peace, tanka, Uncategorized, writing
Tagged Arabic Poetry, collateral damage, iraq, Peace, poem, poetry, tanka, war, writing
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Standing By The Ruins
Let them hold the pen and write their own destiny rewrite all our wrongs write away the suffering write verses about springtime instead of winter, write verses about laughing instead of crying, dancing instead of dying let them write … Continue reading
Posted in Arabic Poetry, Baghdad, empathy, Full moon, healing, history, human rights, Iraq, life, peace, poem, Poetry, poetry for peace, tanka, travel, Uncategorized, veterans, Veterans Day, veterans for peace, war, war tax resistance, writing
Tagged Arabic literature, Arabic Poetry, Baghdad, Damascus, death, destiny, fate, iraq, Islamic poetry, life, love, Peace, poem, poetry, poetry for peace, pre-Islamic poetry, tanka, tea, veterans, veterans day, Veterans for Peace, war, writing
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Skipping Stones
I last time I had skipped a stone across the water I was seventeen it was the waning weeks before my senior year of high school on a hot summer evening after a hard days work on the farm still … Continue reading
Same Moon
When I was a kid, I used to stare up at the moon and my grandma told me that my cousins in Florida would stare up at the moon too and that it was the same moon and we were … Continue reading
Posted in apartheid, Baghdad, Bethlehem, collateral damage, death, earth, empathy, Full moon, human rights, humanity, Iraq, life, love, moon, poem, Poetry, Uncategorized
Tagged Apartheid, Canada, connection, florida, Full moon, iraq, Japan, moon, palestine, poem, Poetry, Travel
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Shooting Stars
Sometimes I lay awake at night staring up at the ceiling and sometimes it’s ants marching across and sometimes it’s spiders swinging from the rafters and sometimes I walk outside and look up at the stars and sometimes there are … Continue reading
Collateral Death
if you kill me and my family and friends and neighbors I won’t care if you do it with chemical weapons, or if you do it with biological weapons, or if you do it with nuclear weapons, I won’t care … Continue reading
Posted in Afghanistan, america, Baghdad, collateral damage, death, democracy, drones, empire, Gaza, human rights, Iran, Iraq, Israel, life, Mosul, palestine, poem, Poetry, Saudi Arabia, Standing Rock, Syria, terrorism, Uncategorized, Vietnam, violence, war, West Bank
Tagged Afghanistan, collateral damage, death, drones, Iran, iraq, Palesine, Peace, poem, poetry, Syria, war, Yemen
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Burning Man
The burning man runs as winds blow and flames grow war games go on and on and on without end SOS please send teardrops and fear candy and beer pay taxes and cheer and we’re left with King Lear we’re blind … Continue reading
Posted in Afghanistan, america, american dream, Baghdad, collateral damage, democracy, drones, fire, history, human rights, humanity, Iraq, peace, poem, Poetry, Uncategorized, Vietnam, violence, war, writing
Tagged Afghanistan, burning, fire, iraq, poem, poetry, Vietnam, war, writing
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Swords Of Qādisīyah
Time for a photo-op smile, in a mile it’ll be a frown. Heres the keys to conquest bow your head as heavy swords strike you down. Thirteen-hundred years gone by still celebrate spilled blood swords fade in the rearview … Continue reading
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