Narrative, People, Reflection

A Wedding Reception (part 2)

All names are still changed, as in the last entry. Photographs by Ruben Vl. There was a staggered set of concrete blocks to prevent anyone from rushing the check-point but, otherwise, the occupiers did not care about traffic going into Beit Sahour. We passed unheeded and Roger exhaled. Having just come from the wedding via… Continue reading A Wedding Reception (part 2)

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Narrative, People

A Wedding Ceremony (part 1)

“I love smuggling – you should write about smuggling like you wrote about the cactus...” ‘Roger' also said I should change each person’s name. He and 'A.T.' became our forbidden goods, spirited into Al-Quds for 'Jack & Jim’s' double-wedding. “Canada” was driving, carrying us through Al-Khader1 village in a purple van (that wasn’t purple). We… Continue reading A Wedding Ceremony (part 1)

Observations, Reflection

Thoughts from Home

When I arrived last August, my intention was to be useful and effective. I played a comparison game with a past-version myself during the first visa; I tried to out-compete the slightly younger Boys & Girls Club Intern iteration of my self, as the quarter-century-old version at Wi’am. As the Autumn progressed I had less… Continue reading Thoughts from Home

Observations, Reflection

Torn to Pieces

I was walking up the street with my new colleague from Sweden (Dawwid) and I noticed all the little ones from the nearby girls’ elementary school scampering down the hill in their matching dresses. It bubbled to mind how I miss writing about the intimate details of peoples’ lives in Palestine. Last fall at this… Continue reading Torn to Pieces

Moon Phases
Memories, Observations, Reflection

Moonrise Over the Jordan

Something happened a week ago, a moment that happens as if it were imagined and is remembered as if it’s always happening but fading away.  We left the by-pass road that runs between The Scent and The Holy --Jericho and Jerusalem—and rose upon the backs of naked, blushing hills. We stopped at a hillock marked… Continue reading Moonrise Over the Jordan

Analysis, Memories, Reflection

“Things Ain’t What They Used To Be”

...the CD player sucked the newly purchased album into its slot. That was the perfect moment to push the pedal completely to the floor, just as I cranked my wheel into a tight left turn. In a wave of synesthesia, the g-forces splashed me with the first exquisitely loud burst of rock music. It erupted… Continue reading “Things Ain’t What They Used To Be”

Memories, Narrative

Anchor, Pipe, and Needle: Bethlehem Ink

I remember the day I lost it. My mother would have disapproved. We squished together onto the back of a motorcycle and rode through the Philippine jungle to a series of small waterfalls. There, all the knots in my torso came undone in the fast, cool water. I relaxed and swam. Dante* was sitting in… Continue reading Anchor, Pipe, and Needle: Bethlehem Ink