by Omar Bsaies | Mar 24, 2025 | Poetry
The sky is not the sky in Gaza—it is a hand that drops fire,a shadow that swallows the sun. The night is not the night in Gaza—it is sirens and silence,a mother whispering names of the lost. The streets are not streets in Gaza—they are graves waiting to be...
by Omar Bsaies | Mar 23, 2025 | Poetry
They draw and redraw maps with blood,Carving borders where rivers once ran free,Splitting tongues, sundering names,Turning soil sacred with memory to dust. Steel-tipped quills scratch on parchment,While swords etch deeper lines in flesh.They measure land in miles and...
