
Oh’ Palestine a dreamer
OH’ PALESTINE #poetry by jay
dreaming of freedom
freedom to care about the birds
the doves delivering
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Lorca’s Bones In the hills above Granada and the hollow of the vega, a guitar weeps, defiant Its song will not be silenced. Heat, blood, toil, love …
Three Poems and Spoken Word – Gayle Greenlea

By ArabLit Staff This year, we have lists of literary works translated from Arabic to English, to French, to German, to Turkish, to Malayalam, and to…
Published in 2023: Arabic Literature in Translation

Life can only be understood backwards; but it must be lived forwards. Søren Kierkegaard
Wry Reflections
Great post worthy of a reblog! 🙋🏻♂️

DECEMBER 7, 2023 — A November 7 report from the NGO “Heritage for Peace” estimated that more than 100 heritage sites had been destroyed in Gaza since…
New Report Details Damage to Arts & Culture Across Gaza Strip


Running Orders By Lena Khalaf Tuffaha They call us now, before they drop the bombs. The phone rings and someone who knows my first name calls and …
Palestinian poetry, part 2

Had to share this beautifully written poetic prose by my friend Giusy…Enjoy!
MAY 22, 2022 — Today, International Prize for Arabic Fiction chair of judges Shukri Mabkhout announced that Mohamed Alnaas was the prize’s 2022 …
Five to Celebrate International Prize for Arabic Fiction Winner Mohamed Alnaas
Here- A great interview by Paula Green, on the unique interplay between Poetry and Art, and some really beautifully written poetry as well. Enjoy!
Poetry Shelf conversation: Sarah Scott on paintings and poetry
http://nzpoetryshelf.com/2022/05/03/poetry-shelf-conversation-sarah-scott-on-paintings-and-poetry/
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Hainteny is the traditional poetry of Madagascar. Hainteny means ‘knowledge of words’ in Malagasy language. It is part of traditional oral literature of Madagascar, which is mostly in the form of a dialogue between a female and a male, and strongly reminds me of poems of Tamil Sangam literature and Gatha Saptasati of India. Leonard […]
Blue-rooted onion
Blue-leaved sugar cane.
Even the shadow of her lamba is perfumed;
How much more, then, the lamba she wears. 1
The sage spreads its scent over the …
Hainteny: Traditional Poetry of Madagascar — Global Literature in Libraries Initiative
I don’t use the reblog feature here often, even though it is on my blog menu…however, this is worth it. trE’s blog post moved me and touched me in a special way today. Her writing here is poignant, moving and genius.

I woke up crying a couple of nights ago. My head was aching. My stomach had knots in it I could not reduce or massage away. Their voices rang in my head — each one of them begging me not to forget them. And how could I? I have not. I never will. When death comes, it enters like a thief in the night — snatching up your last breath. Death has one agenda; kill you. It will complete its task. When it’s time — your time, it will prevail.
You cannot fight it. If you do so, prepare to lose. And you will lose horribly.
As much as I wanted to silence them, it felt disrespectful not to let them speak — not to give them the floor. I had to step aside. It was time I stepped aside. I am sharing my beautiful friends; once here…
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Originally posted on Jacquie Biggar-USA Today Best-selling author : Description via Amazon.com The merrow rule the sea. Slender creatures, fair of …
#BookReview-The Ferryman and the Sea Witch @DWallacePeach #Fantasy #Reading
I found this perspective by Milana Vujkov, on the Great Conjunction, or Bethlehem Star, to be fascinating and enlightening. So many interesting questions and thoughts here from an astrological viewpoint. Give it a visit, you won’t be disappointed.

Notes On Alchemical Psychology*is a series of texts dedicated to personal creative therapeutic work, merging the old ways & the new. ★ Stargazer Express is an astrological musing, inspired by the ripeness of this alchemical moment in time, that of the Great Conjunction falling on Solstice hour… {read more}
Stargazer Express — poets, mavericks & prophets

Reblog of poetry I wrote many years ago about Palestine, part of my great heritage #Poet #Palestine #Poetry
The Artist From The Inside Out
Photo by Hulki Okan Tabak on Unsplash
And so it goes, and it came like this–
you may like it,
or you may not…
The crowd stops and gathers about
He stands tall and projects
Do not forget from whence you came!
It may be a long away flicker- but it burns like the embers
in the fires of life!
It means, that we will not lay down and die.
” For what greatness does this betray to lie down and die? “
The greatness of our land
the beauty and justness in our being!
The great land we know in Palestine.
‘Oh the tales he weaves
the shoulders he stands on
whirling dervishly
he sings, he shouts…
Victory is on our horizon.
Palestine shines, like the ripeness of the sun on…
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In the same time period of my memory of my sweet Chocolate Lab, I wrote this poem when I lived in St. Petersburg Florida and the oil pastel was inspired by the beach there.
#Poets #Beach #Florida #Art #Poetry
The Artist From The Inside Out
When the light of day sits
pensive and dull
you begin to mourn the flowers
that yesterday sang
brilliant hues of red
and violet
and the spray of ocean waters
burned salt into your eyes
and you cried
not because you mourned the day
but because the sky was seamless blue
and the day held you suspended
in warm light
high and giddy from the smell
of the sun
you melt into the air
and fly away with the seagulls.
Art and Poetry © Jay Mora-Shihadeh
On 23 October 1958 Boris Pasternak (1890 – 1960) was announced as the winner of the Nobel Prize in Literature “for his important achievement both in contemporary lyrical poetry and in the field of the great Russian epic tradition.”Pasternak accepted the award, but was later forced to decline it by Soviet authorities who had banned […]
When Pasternak had to decline the Nobel Prize — words and music and stories
I rarely reblog, but I loved this one. So important for today! Check out Luisa Zambrotta’s blog , she never fails to educate!
Read all the way, it is a good one. And well worth a reblog!
Last ride. I arrived at the address and honked the horn. After waiting a few minutes I honked again. Since this was going to be my last ride of my shift I thought about just driving away, but instead I put the car in park and walked up to the door and knocked.. ‘Just a minute’, […]
THE LAST RIDE – STORY — The Reluctant Poet