Type: Poem

“And I wish / The fields of Israel’s kalaniot — red poppies — / Were all that were needed to generate peace”

“When did the word ‘love’ become a trigger?”

“What is a painter? / A witness (often flawed) who tries to repair / a shadow, the angle of a shoulder?”

“The ones who say Zionism is a dirty word, / The ones who choose death on your account, / They only see the ‘ism.'”

“Later, alone, she taught herself the art / of painting flower portraits. I learned that part…”

“Waiting for the release of the Hostages / Waiting for the end of the War / Waiting for the rebuilding of Gaza…”

“Help me / set alight the chametz / blocking the integrity of my alignment…”

“Floods and food and famine; we dream / a savior passing…”

“Moses came down from the mountain, / plenty tired and more than a little singed…”