Israel

Israel

She is a beggar with red strings and century-old eyes. She is techina dripping down a sun kissed forearm. She is an entrepreneur in pressed Armani at lunch break; double latte two sugars please. She is chess in the park, Arak and cigarettes. Hard hugs, long smiles,...
What Else Israel Is…

What Else Israel Is…

As I write this, there is rocket fire threatening to pound our homes and schools to the south of me. There are chemical weapons lurking, and hostile rebel forces about 15 minutes east of me- as the crow flies. There is a funeral being planned for a 35 year-old,...