Tag Archives: olive trees

If you remain silent

Posted on April 3, 2019 by soitgoes1984

If you remain silent you will hear the sound  of the farmer’s heart breaking beneath the weight of the bulldozer   if you remain silent you will hear the sound  of olive branches breaking beneath the weight of the occupation … Continue reading →

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Eden

Posted on January 1, 2019 by soitgoes1984

We will erase you, all proof that you existed. This is our Eden, our canvas, blank and ready to paint our roots where yours grew.   Your eyes might watch us from your prison cells and graves and tears you … Continue reading →

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Violently Uprooted

Posted on October 1, 2018 by soitgoes1984

                                                                                … Continue reading →

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It’s Mother’s Day in America

Posted on May 13, 2018 by soitgoes1984

Weep not for the mothers laying dead in bombed out villages or their sisters and brothers shot in the back as they waved their flags of black, red, green & white weep instead for the children they leave behind, far … Continue reading →

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Palestinian Cigarettes

Posted on July 16, 2017 by soitgoes1984

Palestinian cigarettes burn extremely fast it seems like, to make them last we have to stop, or turn back the clock. Some say its fate that makes them burn this way.   I met an old man, an olive farmer in a small … Continue reading →

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Olive Tree

Posted on October 30, 2016 by soitgoes1984

daylight fading into evening shade tree branches swaying old record played on repeat no street lights here nothing to fear but aching feet and tired eyes havent cried in too long the records skipping mid-song just as I started singing … Continue reading →

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Andalucian Red Wine: part III

Posted on June 2, 2015 by soitgoes1984

I lost myself in those endless fields of olive trees picture-perfectly framed by the window of that train as we cut across the Spanish countryside. I started to feel more alive my headache from all that wine began to subside by … Continue reading →

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