Allow me to get angry and flush my system: Dear New York Times Staff, Once again Israeli officials, most notably the Likud-party scum who are in power right now, have successfully inundated your rag with a giant pile of rotting red-herrings. Just as the European Union has them on notice for their human rights… Continue reading Angrier Draft
I am stumbling back into the practice of writing. A request to write letters to the New York times just went out on one of the listservs I still follow from my work e-mail account. The prospect is daunting to me both because of the seriousness of that request and the shiploads of emotional baggage… Continue reading Coarse Draft
As Mega Man X enters Sigma’s fortress, Vile is still yet to be defeated. In game-play, I always assumed that Vile had no particular weakness and so spent time maneuvering, picking him apart with X-buster blasts when the solution was already with me: The Shield. Vile’s weakness, all along, was a weapon called ‘Rolling Shield’… Continue reading Mega Man X Complex: The Shield
[Dear Respectable Church-Person], Thank you so much for your comments. It seems, to me, that we are on a journey with the same issue but from different angles, in different amounts, and at different points in our lives. The fact that you engage me in a conversation about the situation in the Holy Land is… Continue reading An Open Letter to an American
Watch for the Smoke... The evacuation began when the crack of the first stone hitting concrete sent shock-waves through our coffee cups. We were all sitting down-stairs, together. Wa’el ran up the stairs to street-level in a flash, to check, and burst into the foyer again within seconds saying “yulla, yulla... let’s go before the… Continue reading Always Burning: 2
These scenes have to ferment for at least a week before the bouquet of poetic humor can mature. Last week I left the sanctuary of the Wi’am office at 4 PM and walked around an amoeboid scab of dividing barrier. I went to and through the Bethlehem check-point so I could attend a meeting at… Continue reading Borderlands: The Tabernacle Police
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)
