Eyes Averted

I shuffle, shuffle, shift, keep my eyes averted, while trying to pretend not to notice the embrace you’ve just sidestepped.

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Longo

It’s a parasite you’ve created that’s eating its way through all the memories Most images and stills, of a vampire in love, an ink tatoo on a hand (doodled during words on water), a red hat that covered my secret, a heart-shaped shell (when you trekked through the woods), turbulent […]

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Blood & Fun

This sudden rising of bile to the throat. Awakening? No, awakening sounds too… noble. Peering? Peering out from within the warmth of my life dreams: striving for ever-happiness-life-in-a-house-with-handsome-husband-while-cooking-perfect-meals-over-a-perfect-stove-published-author-writer-beautiful-good-daughter who wonders: Will-I-be-a-good-mother? Will-my-husband-leave-me? Will-I-fall-in-love-with-someone-else? What-about-money? What-if-my-father-dies? Shall-I-cut-my-hair? Beyond all that. Beyond the absurdity of all those ideas that control me I […]

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The story of that (empty) house (1)

This house, no, THAT house held many things. In it’s wall grew a tangle of thoughts, emotions, musings wanderings, knotted together with desire, hope, love and courage decaying with anger, misunderstanding, insecurity and indifference This house, no, THAT house was built on a strong yet unsteady foundation of fascination That […]

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Flotilla Cartoon (Al Qalam newspaper)

(Originally published Al Qalam newspaper, May 2010 after Israel attacked 6 flotillas with construction material and humanitarian aid making its way to Gaza. 9 activists onboard were shot by Israeli commandos, who forcibly boarded, before the flotilla could reach Gaza. World condemnation came too late. Read more here: http://bit.ly/aZaDnF) 

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On realities

It’s all relative really. You me. Ideologies. Perspectives. Truth. Realities. It’s funny how things that are supposed to make sense of the world just screw it up even more.

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Silent Sky

I swallow, And I swallowand I swallowand I swallow and I dont know where all the words go Perhaps to some forlorn land where wordswalk oddly against a secret skycrooked, roughed-up words,beaten, that struggledfor life trying to escape the narrowing tunnelof a quickly closing throat, words that flew up only […]

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