Category Death

The lines quoted above come from a book-length poem by Cahit Koytak, a distinguished Turkish poet. In Turkish, the poem is called ‘Gazze Risalesi’ and addresses two Josephs in turn, one a Palestinian boy exposed to the bombing of Gaza, and the other an Israeli young man, a bomber pilot. Cahit Koytak talks to them both as if he’s their… continue reading

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Moles Poem

Moles I must keep a close watch on the mole-hills clustered around the fences of my house. I feel sure there'll come a time when moles will emerge from those surprisingly massive eruptions of earth they've created - and each will be carrying binoculars and waving a flag. And the flags will not be white ones. And the binoculars will… continue reading

Putin’s Mind

It is hard to put yourself in Putin’s mind.  But how hard ? Is it impossible ? Maybe not. He looks out at the world and is much concerned with maintaining control and his own footing and security there.  Consequently, he has always been pre-occupied with strengthening and extending borders, creating safe distance between him and Other ; and he… continue reading

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