To Remain
Raja Shehadeh on Living through Destruction in Palestine
I have been thinking that people all over the world these days are feeling a sense of despair because, like me, they are seeing the destruction of the world as they knew it. But it has occurred to me that the real destruction of my world happened in 1948, when the Palestinians lost Palestine.
Fragments from a Pilgrimage
I came to plunder the past and found, appropriately, only a bit of play history. What did I expect?
Hoddernot
All of this flirting took place against a backdrop of charred Humvees, destroyed homes, and explosion plumes on the horizon. Hot or Not was just another element of the absurd contrast between loneliness and companionship, war front and home front, porta-john onanist and webcam cybersex.
The Open Marketplace of the End Times
Today I remembered the last time I looked out the window. This was months ago. Was I braver then—or more childlike? No, not childlike, as children do not look out their windows either. More naive. More stupidly hopeful.
No Politics
Rabbi Shmuley went over the ground rules: “We are here to learn from each other, not to argue. Certainly not to compete. Don’t deny anyone’s experience. Don’t deny anyone’s subjectivity. And, of course, no politics.”
A Thousand Words
A Thousand Words features photography so rich with narrative that it tells a story all on its own.
Puzzle Pieces
He places the misshapen square / in the hole of my face—how easy to complete, to mend us, to turn / what was missing into what is found.
The Eleventh Street Irregulars
From the street’s dead end, slumped on the couch, tired / after long afternoons restoring the decrepit boat, we watched trains / pass and deciphered riddles in bottle caps we twisted free / with empty hands and our ready, useless strength.
