Tuesday Poem: God Says to Me
I asked God if it was ok to be melodramaticand she says yesI asked her if it was ok to be shortand he said sure it isI asked her if
I asked God if it was ok to be melodramaticand she says yesI asked her if it was ok to be shortand he said sure it isI asked her if
by Dmitry Blizniuk translate me render me into the martian tongueacross the black nightwhere the gun stock reaches the star.beheaded houses hum in the gloom.the neck vertebra of the torn
A viral video shows claims performance by a blind ice skater called Babo. In fact, this is of Russian ice skater Ivan Bukin supposedly from the World Figure Skating Championships
Continue reading‘Viral’ Video: Amazing Performance by Russian Ice Skater Ivan Bukin
‘Elton John for all his wealth, celebrity and the access it grants him to the art world, is not, in his words, “an art trophy collector”,’ suggests Sean O’Hagan in
Continue readingAn Essay on Elton John’s Rare Photography Collection
You live like this, sheltered, in adelicate world, and you believeyou are living. Then you read a book…or you take a trip…and you discover that youare not living, that youare
Quotes on Tears, Crying We need never be ashamed of our tears. –Charles Dickens, Great Expectations Tears are prayers too, they travel to God when you can’t find the words.
Continue readingTears, Cry, Don’t Cry –are Trumpets of Silence
She clawed through the rubble of her worldhead covered a scrupulous maid searching for gemsa necklace mislaid by her mistress on the marble floorof a ballroom set against the battered
When I returned to earth after forty thousand yearsthere were no more graves, no more cathedrals.No public parks, no public. I looked everywhereand couldn’t find a single statue of a
Got up this morning thinking about going to see my daughter.Which led to thinking about the remote for the garage door opener which had stopped working when I replaced the battery.
Continue readingThursday Poem: The New Battery Should Come Tomorrow
Write down!I am an ArabAnd my identity card number is fifty thousandI have eight childrenAnd the ninth will come after a summerWill you be angry? Write down!I am an ArabEmployed
Continue readingWednesday Poem: Identity Card -by Mahmoud Darwish
“I am not the prodigal son,” I saidto my mother who had cometo take me back. “I’m going to Africa,” to see if my face colors her ground,if my sadness
Damon Linker at Notes From the Middleground: Journalists have a name for an article written and published without the necessary curatorial oversight. It’s called a notebook dump. The reporter does