Gaza

I don’t know if bearing witness, if keeping my soul tender, if loving each other even from far away is enough, it probably isn’t, but I want to believe it is something anyway.

Hi friends,

I suppose I could keep calm and carry on. I’ve done it before, with mixed results. But none of us are fine. And I do always (try to) tell the truth (as I best understand it).

So here we are.

Earlier, I was re-reading Palestinian poet Mosab Abu Toha and in his poem, Hard Exercise¹ long before this current atrocity, he wrote,

In Gaza,
breathing i…